A Rushing, Flaming River

I feel as though I am being surged into a rushing, flaming river. Indeed, I am being baptized into fire, and no one dares to resist the jealous fury.

Rush over me, river of God. Sanctify this vessel for your use. Don’t relent. Do whatever it takes. This is my prayer. Within and without. Without and within. Wrap me tightly from the inside out. Inflict me with your wild, furious love.

I have been at International House of Prayer for a matter of hours and His reality is hitting me like arrows. He is jealous for all of my heart and He’s taking it.  I feel Him wanting me. The desire of my heart is to be stripped of myself completely, this is the hope of my glory, Christ in me. 

Open up, open up my soul.

 

 

~ by saltedwithfire on July 6, 2008.