Walking once again along the river, in what has become my favorite place to retreat from the world and pray. Occasionally, I have to dodge cars, and more than a couple questioning looks from the locals who find the mi-gook(American) a very odd sight.
Father, I discern the resistance in my own heart to you. I need You Holy Spirit to break down these walls and shake everything, that can be shaken.
In my mind and my spirit I get a picture so vivid that I swear its real.
The Whirlwind.
He shows me the whirlwind. Like the Pillar of Fire that led the Israelites through the wilderness. And I know this: it consumes everything.
He jealously wants my resistance to His love to come down more than I even do. And though the thought of being wrecked by the whirlwind of the Holy Spirit leave me down right terrified, I know that asking God to do this, will set me free and bind me even closer to the Holy One's side.
So I stare at the whirlwind of Holiness. I fear His awesomeness. I know that I need everything that hinders love: sin, fear, condemnation to be consumed. And He will do it, to the end that I find myself learning that I am truely His Beloved
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