As I walked into the Macy's entrance, I stopped while taking a long inhale of the perfumed fragrance. One of my favorite smells is the aroma of a department store's perfume counter. While taking in the aroma, I thought to myself "I wonder if this is what Heaven smells like?" I can probably almost guarantee that Heaven smells much greater than the perfume counter of a department store but if I had to pick a smell, well this would be it. As I began to meander my way through the maze of perfume and makeup counters, I somehow found my way to the MAC counter. Who would have figured right? I knew that I had come to the counter only to buy mascara. I tend to easily get distracted by the trendy new and bright shadows and shades that MAC is all so infamous for. Girls I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. So I had to just keep reminding myself "I am only in here for mascara... I am only in here for mascara... I am only in here for mascara."
As I began to mingle through the MAC section, I of course found my way to the shadow not mascara plank. I was admiring the new Liberty of London Eye Shadow which is a turquoise shadow with a slight hint of gold sparkles that seemed to paint across the small circular glossy white plastic container. To top it off it was the limited edition and it had an exclusively created floral motif. It was at this very moment that the beautiful MAC sales associate asked if she could be of assistance. This brought me back to my original mission. I replied to the young woman (who's eye makeup just happened to be of perfection), "I am only in here for mascara." I told her that I wanted the High Definition Mascara." She then proceeded to tell me about the Liberty of London Limited Edition Eye Shadow that had just been released. I told her again "I am only in here for mascara." Then smiling at me, she said that she would be just a few moments with my purchase. As she began to walk to the stock wall full of mascaras, I heard this still small voice within me say "the green one... tell her it's the green container." I then began to speak within my spirit to the still small voice, "I told her it was the High Definition, and she should know that it's the green one."
As I proceeded to check out, she bagged up my small purchase into the very modern translucent MAC bag. We all know that carrying a MAC bag is part of the MAC purchase experience and one should always reach for the high tech bag even if it's a small purchase. As I began to meander my way through the Macy's maze toward the exit, I heard this still small voice within myself once again. The voice said... "Check your bag." Once again I responded within my spirit... "Check my bag? Why should I check my bag? I made the right purchase. Is that really You speaking?" To tell you all the truth, I was beginning to feel the onset of conviction for spending so much money on a measly little green plastic stick of mascara. I believe that I ignored the still small voice within myself because I felt a little silly for spending so much on the purchase. (Just for future reference, I do not recommend ignoring the still small voice.) Although I did have to rejoice because I did only go into the MAC store with one mission and I came out of the MAC store with only one purchase. So it seems that the infamous MAC store has before been one of my weaknesses. I just have to say "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." So as I was leaving the store I thought to myself "mission accomplished" or so I thought. Just before pushing the Macy doors open, I stopped to inhale once more the almost therapeutic aroma of what I thought Heaven might smell like.
That night when coming home, I threw my purchase upon my bed and still refused to check my bag. The next day as I reached into the MAC bag to begin to apply my High Definition Mascara, I saw something very peculiar. This famous green container of mascara was not green at all but the container was black! I had bought the wrong container of mascara, it was Studio Fix Lash not High Definition Lash. I must say that I was not at all a fan of the lash brush. I then began to retrace what the still small voice had spoken to me. I then began to laugh until I had tears in my eyes. Oh how much I love Holy Spirit. He concerns Himself in every activity of our lives, even in the little ones that consist of our purchases that we shouldn't really even be making. Even through my stubbornness or should I say convicting spirit, Holy Spirit cares and intervenes. I am reminded of Psalm 139:7 "Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? Even in the Mac aisle You are there." (emphasis added)
"Our spirits are like flowers, and song is the sun. Just as flowers open only when the sun shines, so our spirits blossom only when we sing."
The reaction to the condition of your heart.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
God wears a white t-shirt
Tonight at church I had a question pierce into my mind. I was worshiping and I just imagined my words being sung directly into the actual Heart of God. To be precise I had a vision of my words leaving my heart, going up and out upon my lips, and going into the Father's heart. What is strange is that I could not see His heart. As I sang, I stood in front of a Man and His chest was directly parallel to my face. I sang directly into His chest and had the urge to just want to lean over and rest my head upon His chest. I just stood there staring at His white t-shirt. Yes, He was wearing a white t-shirt! :-D All I saw on Him was the very center of His chest, I could not see anything else. My focus was sure, I was after His heart. I desired to see His heart. What I was going to do with it when I saw it, I do not know. I am a very visual person and when doing something I usually have to visualize it to get the full impact of what I am doing. As I sung into the Father's heart I tried to invision it. I'm sorry to say that I could not see His heart. As the music came to an end, I longed for my question to be answered... "What does God's heart look like?" As I sit here late in the evening, my heart is burning to see.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
He loves me with His Love
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I love those hands
I love those feet
I love the crown... the crown of His righteousness
But what takes me back... takes me back... takes me back...
What captivates my heart
is His love... His love for me
The King of love
The King of love
The King of all love is here
I love Your hands
I love Your feet
I love Your crown... Your crown of all righteousness
But what takes me back... takes me back... takes me back...
What captivates my heart
is Your unending love for me
You love me... You love me... You love me unconditionally
You love me in my sin
You love me in my darkness of heart
You love me even through my own self abandonment
What takes me back... takes me back... takes me back...
what captivates my heart
is that You could ever love me
The King of love
The King of love
The King of all love is here
It's in those hands and in those feet that Your love beckons me
You love me with Your Love... His name is Jesus
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I love those hands
I love those feet
I love the crown... the crown of His righteousness
But what takes me back... takes me back... takes me back...
What captivates my heart
is His love... His love for me
The King of love
The King of love
The King of all love is here
I love Your hands
I love Your feet
I love Your crown... Your crown of all righteousness
But what takes me back... takes me back... takes me back...
What captivates my heart
is Your unending love for me
You love me... You love me... You love me unconditionally
You love me in my sin
You love me in my darkness of heart
You love me even through my own self abandonment
What takes me back... takes me back... takes me back...
what captivates my heart
is that You could ever love me
The King of love
The King of love
The King of all love is here
It's in those hands and in those feet that Your love beckons me
You love me with Your Love... His name is Jesus
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