So many people are called onto this road.
So few people take it.
Even few people stay on it until He is done.
We pray prayers of glory, revival, signs and wonders, open heaven... It is all glorious. How many will pray a prayer of welcoming His refining fire? How many will willingly stay in the furnace? How many will see these momentary light afflictions as greater glory in the age to come? Indeed, the glory inside of us is incomparable to what the eye can see. It takes submission to walk on the narrow road. It takes so much more submission to stay on it.
Some say that in the different myriads of paths and choices we encounter in life, God allows us to choose, He respects and blesses our free will.
Yes, my dear brother, my dear sister; my dear father, and my dear mother. He respects your free will. He blesses you because you are His child. But do you know, sometimes, how much our choices, our reactions, our responses... how much they pain His lovesick heart? He waits... and waits... and waits... for one man, one woman, one family, one body of believers, one generation - who will not seek to be blessed, but will seek to bless His heart.
Your eyes search to and fro across the face of this earth, across the different generations that come and go like a whiff of wind, across people of different language and tribe and culture, across the rugged brittle path of human time. You search for one person who is after Your own heart.
And the path to Your heart leads us to the mountain tops, to the prairie plains... and always, through the wilderness. Of going low, of learning submission, of embracing humility. Of dying to self until we cannot hold back our smiles of true joy and freedom as we pick up and carry on our bare backs the heavy cross of Jesus Christ.
Oh, how beautiful is this path, Lord. This path that You have also taken with Your own bare feet, in a feeble human form, and which You continue to walk on, with me.
