In this season, the Lord has me at the banqueting table. He said that to me, and I thought of that silly little ditty, "He brought me to His banqueting table and His banner over me is love." It's one of the things in Song of Songs that I skip over, if I ever, in fact, make myself read Song of Songs.
But that's where He's brought me. One night at the student awakening, He showed me this picture of my heart, and my hands were all in it, trying to shape it up or mold it on my own. But the only thing He's asked me to do is lay my hands down.
Our hearts are gardens for the Lord, and if we go in there and blindly cut at things with the shears, we'll only end up hurting ourselves.
It's a hard thing to know deep down that we actually please Him, right now, before we're good enough, and that we don't have to work it up on our own. Because, logically, why? He sees us while we are still in our darkest places, sees what we could be through His Son, and loves us fully, wanting us and drawing us.
So right now I'm figuring out what this banqueting table thing is supposed to be.
