You Speak To My Innermost Me

Therefore, behold, I will allure her, will bring her into the wilderness, and speak to her heart. Hosea 2: 14-15**

You speak to my heart.

My heart? Not my actions. Not what I’ve done or failed to do, but my heart.

Not my playlist of a thousand sins I pick and choose from like a juke box when I clothe myself in nothing but flesh. Not my own evaluation – great and small – not even my wilderness.

You speak to my heart.

Oh God of eyes-piercing-deep I’ll gladly give You what no man has fully seen, because it was Yours first. The heart You created, the heart You’ve formed, is the heart ready to be written on by You.

You, oh God who speaks to my heart, how can I not worship out of this wilderness if one word from You is what I receive.

My wilderness is a pit I stumbled into, but to You it is where hearts are made molten. Undone, to be redone. Slates wiped clean, so that You may speak one word that marks a lifetime.

I adore You, the God whose one-word brings forever healing. You promise treasures in the darkness. You are that treasure.

And when the whisper of the enemy reminds me that darkness is all around me, I will bring my adoration – my looking glass of expectancy – into that black hollow and ask for Your penmanship. On my heart.

Because You are the author, the wordsmith, re-writing my story – writing my story – and healing my most hidden me with Your one word.

I adore you, oh God who speaks. Today, in my now-brokenness, Your words are like a medic with the promise of healing. You have the answer and my wilderness earned you a hearing, one that would change me forever.

A thousand questions and even more wanderings stand at attention when the Creator of a heart speaks back to that very heart.

You author me. You write on me. I love you, oh God of my story, who spoke oceans into existence and ignited hope in my blackness.

All through one word.

I adore you, oh God who speaks personal.


**So what do I do with these posts, you ask, other than just read them? First, if you haven’t yet, read: Why I Adore to give you a context for this little space on my blog. (This post also gives context.)

If you are compelled, I invite you to participate. Set up a space and time in your own life to begin adoring. Over laundry or dinner dishes, on your commute to work, or in the wee morning hours — ten minutes is a great start. You can use the verse I list here every day or two as a launch pad for your own adoration.

Then practice praise.

Add to my adoration here, by posting a comment with your own words back to God about God …or hide it in your heart.

I promise your weary soul won’t regret it.

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