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In Mark 6:31 Jesus gave an invitation to His friends. He said, "Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place..." My friend, I believe Jesus issues this same invitation to us today. Take off your shoes of busyness, take a deep breath and sit awhile at the well of His Word. It never runs dry and it is always available. Come. Come away by yourself to a quiet place...He is waiting there for you.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Heaven's Author


I have a passion for reading books. I have always loved to read. I have fond childhood memories of pulling the covers over my head, switching on my flashlight and reading the newest Nancy Drew mystery late into the night. All these years later I still can be found in the wee hours with my booklight illuminating the words of my favorite authors. Did you know that the Lord also has a love for books? As a believer, I have read in God's Word about the book of life and on its pages are written the names of each dear one belonging to the Lord. But this morning as I read Psalm 56 I came upon another book the Lord has - a book I had never before heard about. Psalm 56:8 says this: You have taken account of my wanderings; put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book? (NASB) The Lord and I had a conversation about it this morning.
I sat down at the well feeling a bit distracted. "What are you thinking about?" His voice startled me and I jumped a bit as my heart sat down at His feet. "I am sharing my testimony today," I said quietly. "By video," He added with a smile. Of course He would know all about video, I thought to myself. "Why are you worried?" He asked. I sat quietly, struggling to put my worry into words, but my insides were in a big knot and the words seemed to be flying around wildly, and I wasn't able to grasp any of them long enough to put even two of them together. Then I got nervous as I became even more aware of His presence waiting there for me to answer. My heart peeked up at Him just as He stretched one of His arms out and I caught sight of scars going up His arm. We talk a lot about His nail-pierced hands and feet, but we forget how severely beaten He was - unrecognizable the Golden Book says, so of course His arms would bear the scars of that beating. My heart now humbled bowed low at His feet and then He gently picked up my heart in His nail-pierced hands and opened His Book to Psalm 56:8 and He read it to me (time in His Word is always so much better when He does the talking.) "You have taken account of my wanderings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in Your book?" At the sound of His voice, the words that had been flying around in my head settled down and I shared my heart-thoughts with Him whom my heart loves. "Those days of wilderness wanderings are hard to talk about," I said. He remained quiet as I continued, "I feel afraid of what people might think of me," I finished. "Are you still in the wilderness?" He asked. My heart sat up and gazed on Him who gave all for me, as I replied, "No, Lord. By Your grace I am no longer in that desolate place." Then He did something wonderful as I felt His touch on my heart and then His voice filled the early morning air like many waterfalls as He combined Psalm 56:8 and 2 Corinthians 5:17 and He said to me, "Diana, I have take account of your wanderings. I have put your tears in My bottle and they are written in My book. Because of what I have done you are a new creation. Look, the old has gone and the new has come." My heart began to dance in His presence as I looked and saw the road the Lord and I walked together. It was full of beautiful things. I was no longer walking the dusty path of wilderness wanderings; I was dancing through paths of grace and splashing in the waters of Life. The fear left me, running off like a scared rabbit in the presence of the Author of Life - my life. Then my heart looked up and saw that He was holding my bookcover in His hands. It took on new color as He held it in His nail-pierced hands. My heart looked at His beloved face and I saw His eyes were dancing. I spoke so quietly that earth-ears would be unable to hear, but He who loves me hears every heart-whisper, "Lord, Conversations at the Well is such a gift from your heart to me. I...." I couldn't finish as tears of overwhelming joy spilled down my cheeks and He whom my heart loves gathered me up into His arms and held me in His presence until my heart stilled and worshiped Him there.
Dear one, have you wandered? Have you repented and shed many tears over your wanderings? Be encouraged, if you know the Lord, He has taken account of your wanderings; He has put your tears in His bottle and they are in His book. Glory!
An original conversations at the well by Diana Morgan
September 29, 2009
Conversations at the Well, Heart-to-Heart Conversations with God is soon to be released. Please join me in praying that the Lord will use it to draw people to Him for His glory. Amen.

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