Let me walk with You
On the narrow road
I know it may get lonely
But I know I’m not alone
I seek You in the wilderness
I know that’s where You are
You whisper like the breeze
Your speaking to my heart
“The wide gate looks so beautiful
But destruction is it’s end
Go against the stream, My friend
And stand where angels fear to tread”
At Your feet I lay my cross
And with my tears I sew
Into those who will one day
Know the glory of the narrow road
Thoughts after P. Norm’s message on March 28th….
The valley should be where I come alive, not where I become disillusioned, offended, or stuck because Jesus has gone before and demonstrated for me His passion in the midst of suffering.
God, I don’t want to wallow away in the valley times. I don’t want to settle for my own hardness of heart. Bring me to that transformation the disciples went through from being self focused to being layed down lovers.
“Though Jesus is in he midst of His Passion, the disciples are void of theirs so through betrayal, denial and loss the disciples are about to go through an immersion of fire that will transform them into passionate fire breathing world changers.” -Pastor Norm
I realize we can be associated with something a long time but never connect, have a heart for it or go deep with it (relationship with Jesus, people, job, school, etc.) as the disciples with Jesus. Three years of being with Him and yet not able to watch and pray during the night of the betrayal. They didn’t own their own passion for what He had asked. But that time of desperation and urgency fell on them.. and they chose to be immersed and to stand.
Father, I need to not just be associated but immersed in those things You have planted me in… first in You. I don’t want to be an onlooker. I don’t want to allow this life to go by and watch from the sidelines of Your presence. I ask for the immersion. I ask to be in Your sanctuary. I ask for the relationship that’s only found by the seekers and the set-apart.
Testimony shared from Gail Mummert while in Lancaster, Texas:
As we were driving home in threatening weather, my husband, Gene, turned on the radio for a local report. Funnel clouds had indeed been spotted nearby. After arriving home, things grew strangely calm.
In a short while, the wind started to blow fiercely. Trees were bent over and the very walls of the house began to flutter. Windows rattled and hail beat on the car port.
“Get into the hall and close the doors,” my husband shouted. “Get pillows, blankets and a flashlight.”
“Nana, I’m scared,” cried our five-year-old grandson, William.
“Jesus will take care of us. Don’t be afraid.” I told him.
Suddenly sirens began to go off in our small town. The walls moved as though they weren’t anchored to anything. “If we’re not in a tornado, we’re close,” shouted Gene as he ran into the hall.
“Link arms and sit on the floor,” I said.
“I love you,” Gene said to us as he surrounded us with blankets and pillows, covered us with his body and enveloped us with his arms.
A mighty rushing wind was all around us and sucked us together into a ball. “Pray! Keep praying,” he said.
“God Almighty, help us!” we screamed.
Windows shattered, glass flew everywhere. Another explosion. The walls caved in. Debris shot everywhere like arrows toward their target.
“Jesus, help us! You are our Savior! You are our King!” my voice cried. I looked up—the roof was falling on us. A ladder crashed down on my husband’s back.
“Now start praising him,” Gene shouted through the wind. The next blast was the worst. There was nothing we could do. Only He could help us. Everything was out of control, but we knew the sovereignty of God. We knew we were at the point of death but we shouted, “Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Lord!”
Suddenly, peace filled me like a flood. A sweet voice filled my heart, “I’ve heard your cry for help. I’ve bent the heavens for you. No matter what happens around you, I’m here protecting you.” Tears flooded my face and I knew Jesus was protecting us. It seemed His arms had surrounded us. I knew we would be safe.
Sheets, Dutch. Intercessory Prayer. Ventura, California: Regal Books, 1996.