Because I want to be a real girl

Revelation 4:1 tells us “There is a door standing open in heaven.”

I want to spend the last few moments communicating as openly as I can about that wonderful door. No filters. No pretense. Here’s the unvarnished truth. I wish I could tell you that every morning when I set out to pray, the heavens part and communion with the One my soul loves is immediate.

But I want to be a real girl so I can be of help to you.

Rarely does the veil between heaven and earth thin so quickly. Most mornings my thoughts have to be corralled and pulled back over and over, and over and over, and over and over again from the many places they wander. Sure, I could speak only of the joy of prayer, but I must tell you the whole of it, lest you give up in the wandering before you make it to the Water.

…but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life. John 4:14

This is the truth I know and to which I cling: The way of fellowship is here. Jesus is the Light left on and the Door standing open.

But, back to the dilemma of me, myself, and I. There’s often a space between “draw near to God” and “He will draw near to you” where my thoughts can distract and defeat me. Or—I can keep bringing them back to worship, and petition, and intercession for you— until the Holy Spirit stills my spirit, and fills this dusty vessel.

And His company? The realization of His Presence? Worth it. Worth every effort. Oh, you didn’t know prayer took effort? Ah, there’s the rub. We wait for angels to transport us and music to herald our arrival into the chamber. Pardon the grammar, but it ain’t gonna happen.

At least not for a real girl.

Hugs,
Shellie