Another Christian I met in Singapore hostel, we prayed for the country and sang to Jesus together.
The only anguish in my heart is for those that don’t know Jesus.
Today I found myself praying and crying to the Lord. God I pray that people will see the undying love of Christ and come to you.
It can be discouraging when you offer to pray for someone and they straight up say “no we don’t believe”.
Belief is a powerful thing. I sat there in the pool watching them as they silently sat reading their books. Though it seemed like a peaceful villa (I felt led to go there even though it wasn’t where I was staying but you are welcome to go and buy a drink), it seemed ominously quiet.
I thought about how sometimes when we don’t want interference, interruptions, noise, we are actually afraid to open our hearts to something new, maybe love, maybe an undying love named Jesus.
Sometimes we’d rather sit in brokenness than allow love to seep into our hearts.
Sometimes we’d rather stay wounded than allow healing to occur.
Sometimes we’d rather run to distraction than allow ourselves to face the pain we’ve ignored for most of our lives.
Even in the partying or celebrations our hearts could be broken.
So I sang out to Jesus- God bring them closer to your heart, bring them closer, bring them home.
The anguish in my heart is feeling like I’ve no control over how people react or how close they are to Jesus. I cannot force someone to see Jesus with their hearts, I cannot force someone to open their hearts.
Sometimes people are open and happy for some prayer, blessing and prophetic word about their life. Sometimes people wave their hand and say “no I don’t believe”. Sometimes they are so wounded they can’t see that true love exists, that betrayal sat too deeply in their memories to be forgiven.
I don’t feel rejected when they say no. I feel pain.
I feel pain that they are looking at the answer, but they are not willing to accept it.
God has broken my heart for what breaks His. My only anguish is seeing a world full of people in despair and not seeing the One who can deliver them.
I am a drink offering being poured out everyday and I am praying everyday Lord bring them closer to you.
This night the Lord told me to knock on a young man’s door and pray for him. He is staying at the same hostel but in a private room. I wasn’t sure if it was his door but he opened. I said I was leaving tomorrow but that I wanted to pray for him and he said that he is not religious and turned away his face. I said, “okay, Jesus loves you”.
God break off the numbness in our hearts that prevent us from receiving your love. Your love is so amazing, it is wonderful, it is indescribable. You died on the cross for us and you thought of everyone of us. Your love captivates my heart. Your love is the only love worth living for. You healed my heart and I am longing for all people to know this love, this love that gives me rest and comfort. I pray this in Jesus name.
I am reminded of the story of Hosea. He married a harlot and the harlot, instead of wanting to be loved by one man, went back to her old ways and lived a life of prostitution. Yet, Hosea waited for her.
I am reminded that God waits for us and His love has no bounds. He continues to knock on our doors without asking for anything in return.
Thank you for those who have been ministry partners and have been sending me out in obedience to the Lord. I pray the Lord protect and bless you.
Consider sowing into the kingdom and into the hearts of people around the world.