Holiness in my home

(Zechariah 13-14)

Holiness.

The Lord. Holy.

Says.."...be Holy for I am Holy."

Says Jerusalem is the Holy city. The city of God.

There will be plagues..there will be battles...destruction and violence. There will be worship and sacrifices. And there will be Sacrifice. One that is paid, given for all to be cleansed...a fountain to pour on us all - removal of sins.

Glory will fill the city...from within. Light will flood. Waters will flow. Battles will be done. Time will never end. He will reign.

The Word speaks of sacrifices..of faithfulness and following God's statutes. He speaks of pots being Holy...being righteous and that any meat sacrificed can be cooked in those pots and considered Holy...for they are cleansed and in alignment with the Lord, the Provider and Giver.

Pots being Holy. Jesus sacrificing Himself. Providing all that is needed. The Holy city. God resident in me. The new city....eternity in Heaven. My heart in Christ.

Do I think of my pots being Holy? Have I considered the sacrifice of Christ to, literally, cover all things...that in my faith in Jesus, all these things are considered Holy in the eyes of God?? Because of Jesus...my faith in Him.

Holiness. In my heart. In my house. In my life. My faith and trust in Jesus. Help me, Lord, to consider....

Blessings,

-ao

A day in connection with God

Zechariah 10:8-9 ESV

"I will whistle for them and gather them in,

for I have redeemed them,

and they shall be as many as they were before.

Though I scattered them among the nations,

yet in far countries they shall remember me,

and with their children they shall live and return."

Hmmmm, to be whistled in by God...feels odd yet it feels like maybe what my soul truly longs for. To be gathered in and remember the Lord...to be brought back and bought-redeemed is a victory cry in the name of Jesus.

To stand, sit, and walk...listening for the command and voice of the Lord - am I willing to do this? What does this look like...daily listening.

"my life is a listening, His is a speaking." -Thomas A' Kempis

I think of learning to hear the sound of my dad's whistle. It was faint, almost silent...a high pitched quiet yet forceful "whistle" that my brother and I could hear even in the midst of mountain streams rushing or football games being played...or whatever the distraction..it seemed we could hear the voice of our father. Piercing..calling..true north, it felt.

Interesting that God's word refers to whistling and gathering us, who have been scattered...bringing us in to our Holy and Right places...nearer to Himself.

Nearer to God. Feels amazing. Feels unknown and frightful. Feels like the only true place I was meant and perhaps ought to be...although His love for me: as I am...not as I ought to be!

Thank you Jesus for your love. Remind me. All day.

Blessings.

-ao