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God……I know there’s more.

Just as a daddy here on earth will sometimes hide treats in his hand for his kids, you do the same.   Only you don’t hide all of them.  You stretch out your hand to me and open it up and there in your open palm is all kinds of goodness.  Sweet treats that only you can give:  forgiveness, hope, patience, kindness, gentleness, self-control and so much more.  It’s all there for the taking.  And it’s what you want me to do.  You invite me to grasp it all in my hands, take all that I can.   And oh I want it all! I’ll take whatever you hand out to me.

But God…I saw your other hand.  I know there’s more.  I want what’s in that hand too.  I want the ability to forgive seven times seventy, I want the kind of peace that I can’t understand, I want to be kind even in the face of cruelty….I want more and I know you have it.   I want to be faithful till the very end. I want joy that depends on nothing but you.   I want love that’s unconditional and never ending.

And God….I know that’s not all you have to give.  I know that I can’t empty your hand.  I know there’s more.  I know there are gifts like prophecy and tongues, wisdom and understanding, faith and healing.   I know that just sitting in the palm of your hand is a beautiful gift of interpretation of tongues.  And I know that discernment is there also.

But God….You are eternal, and You are sovereign, and You are the One that sits on the throne.  So I know there’s more.  I know there’s more than the goose bump feeling of a good worship song.  I know that there is more than your presence in a church building….I know that the train of your robe can fill a temple.  And I know that my body is a temple.

I love your still small voice….but I know there’s a thunderous and loud call too.  I want that.  I want the sound of the shofar and flashes of lightening.  I want the coal to cleanse my lips.  And I want to hear the wind of your breath on me.

And Lord, I know there is even more.  You never tire, you never empty, you never quit, you never run out.  You are always good, always full, always ready to give when your children ask.  So I’m asking Lord….hold out your hand to me because I know there’s more.

I know your hands are full of glory.  I know that everything about you is full of glory….glory that I can’t understand.  Glory that never ends.  I don’t want to just talk about it Lord.  I want to see it.  I want to see the  “burning bush, make my hair white, ruin me” kind of glory.   I want the “can’t move, can’t speak”, heaviness of it.  I want to be devastated by it.   Because Lord…I’d rather burn in your glory than live my whole life without it.

I want what’s in your left hand and I want what’s in your right hand.  I want what you give to only those willing to seek.  I want the deep.  I want the stream, I want the river, I want the ocean.

I know there is more Lord, and I want it.