Gates of Brass

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I know I haven’t been blogging much, but if I don’t talk about this, I think I’m going to blow up.

I’ve been pretty low, lately. Pretty much in a funk.

But the Lord has really GOOD hearing, and can even hear you when you’re lying face down in a wagon wheel rut. Which works out well for the downtrodden, I must say.

Work has been slim, money’s been tight, and I have felt adrift, a lot like somebody bobbing on a bamboo life raft in the middle of the Pacific. With sharks circling and jellyfish floating all around me. Deserted and in danger. And fresh out of hope. I have been laboring under the unwanted step-child mentality: the same prayers are going up, over and over again, and since no answers seem to be forthcoming, the conclusion I invariably find myself coming to is that I am NOT His precious, or otherwise, wouldn’t He be answering my prayers?

So, I was in the bathroom early in the morning, when no one else was up, talking out loud to God. I told Him I was fresh out of faith, and since faith is a gift, I would sure appreciate it if He could send me a load. And sooner would be better than later.

He did. In church. Sometimes, I am just amazed by the Holy Spirit’s working in my life. We were singing a song by Godfrey Birtill, and the lyrics go like this:

Lift up your heads , you gates of brass!

You bars of iron yield!

And let the King of glory pass;

The cross is in the field.

We had sung this song the previous week at church, and Godfrey had talked about spiritual warfare, and how worship is doing battle in the heavenlies, and to me, the faithless one, it was so much yada, yada, yada at the time. So on this particular Sunday, as we began singing this song, I had one of those: “Oh, my gosh!” moments, as I realized that the gates of brass and the bars of iron were over my own heart. And suddenly something inside me shifted: I wanted to let the King of Glory pass, inside, past the barriers I had erected to protect my disappointed heart.

So then, the feller who spoke to the congregation before we took communion talked about how when we are faithless, He is faithful. I started feeling like all of church had been a set-up. How did they KNOW what I was thinking??? (God is so good that way.)

And then, following church, someone gave us a beautiful gift, and said to us that God had put it on her heart to give us this gift a month ago, but she hadn’t yet acted on it, but felt strongly at church that this was the day that she was to give us this gift. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I had already had my sweet reconciliation moment with the Lord. And now He sends us this as well???

I’m not going to steal this beautiful lady’s reward by mentioning her name, or by talking anymore about what she gave us, but I do want to say that all these lovely things that happened at church that morning wouldn’t have meant nearly as much had I not cried out a little two sentence prayer of desperation that morning, while I was standing up going about my daily routine.

It is a beautiful thing to me that our Father hears lots of different types of prayers. They don’t have to be offered from your knees. They don’t have to offered any particular way. What matters is our soul, communicating with our Father.


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Comments

  1. Your comment about the barriers you'd erected around your heart rung true with something I've been thinking about lately. I've realized how the things I do to protect my heart and mind from the hurt and frustration caused by other people ultimately put a wedge between the Lord and I. Ok, that was a long sentence and I don't know if it made sense. Basically, a hardening of my heart toward people both stems from and results in a distance from God.So, my gates are relational and yours are circumstantial, but we both want them to come down. πŸ™‚

  2. I found your blog through Sonlight and have been watching since your dress shopping escapade was up for year's best.I'm glad you posted this. I just started a blog myself and posted a very similar story on my blog last week. God spoke directly to my heart about our financial situation and then applied it to another situation as well. If you're interested in hearing my story, you can check out at "Armpits and Chocolate Chip Cookies" at [email protected]. (I don't know how to link it – I'm new at this.) God is always good, and always on time. Thanks for sharing. It's good confirmation that He has not left his throne. Be blessed.

  3. Stephanie says

    Susan, I read this post with such a swell of emotion – primarily gratitude to our loving Father for this breakthrough. You've been on my heart and in my prayers lately. Tears are flowing now as I realize He has answered, and will continue to answer. I had a strikingly similar breakthrough yesterday as well. Aslan is on the move!Have you ever noticed how quickly God moves to meet us, when we get starkly honest with Him? I've seen it as a pattern in my own life. So often I try to posture myself the way I feel like I'm 'supposed to' in prayer. But He desires truth in the inmost parts, and if the truth is that our inmost parts are feeling hopeless, abandoned and dry as a bone, that's what we need to bring Him. And then, miracle of miracles, He gives us beauty for our ashes. Thank you for sharing this snapshot of your life. You are a gift!

  4. I'm so happy that the Lord has proven faithful (once again) and met you where you were and lifted your head and your heart!I have been dipping in and out of funkiness as well. An uncertain future can bring on the blues. I keep telling myself that God rarely provides before the 11th hour (at least with us), so I just need to stop looking and practice trusting. I don't believe it's Him being cruel- but just setting the stage so we can see Him all the, more clearly in the outcome. It is indeed a gift to have one's faith increased. πŸ™‚

  5. Thanks, Susan. I am having the rantiest, grumbliest, discontent period of time right now, and if I'd quit whining, I'd probably be better able to receive these gifts. Just sayin.

  6. Beautiful sweet friend, simply beautiful….

  7. how many times i myself have cried out to Him, only to have Him answer me in unexpected and wondrous ways! He doesn't always give us what we want, but He'll always provide what we need. and what you needed was the assurance that your heavenly Father loved you with all His heart.we are commanded as believers to love Him with all our "heart, soul, mind and strength", but often we forget it's because He has loved US with all His heart, all His soul, all His mind, and all His strength. we love because He first loved us. i'm so glad He gave you a tangible reminder of His great love.it was a blessing to run across your blog tonight dear one. ~lori

  8. Have you bugged my house? πŸ™‚ That part Cricket said about 'an uncertain future can bring on the blues'….boy howdy. The freaky ride on the pendulum of faith from fully trusting and resting to panicking because there's no stinkin' plan or prospects!!! Sheesh – some days I want to get off this ride. πŸ™‚ But then clinging to that UNCHANGING character of God….is worth it even when we're not feelin' it. He IS faithful. He is unchanging. He does love us. He does want us. He will not leave. Look back to this day when you have moments of sheer panic and feelings of faithlessness. Hebrews 11:1. Raise your Ebenezer stone, my friend. Abrazos…

  9. You know how the Israelites erected memorials when God did something wonderful for them? That's how I see this blog post….giving glory to Him for what He has done!

  10. God put you in my life for this timely reminder "…and since faith is a gift, I would sure appreciate it if He could send me a load."colon hug colonfrom a fellow 'funker'

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