There are still dreams stirring in my heart yet I hear a faint whisper, “Not yet.”

 

It is a peculiar life indeed with the Lord learning daily to follow closer.

 

His ways must be mine and that means I, perhaps, don’t do some things I’d like to as well as often doing some things I might not desire to.

 

His will verses mine can be a deep struggle.

 

I’ve been in all out rebellion before resisting the call to a thing which was the environment before beginning our radio station. I did not want to do it and I made it quite clear to Him and everyone around me.

 

My stubbornness kicked in. I dug in my heels. I said, “NO, I will not” repeatedly.

 

The weight of that “NO” collided with the weight of disobedience and eventually I came to my senses, lol.

 

That holy pressure to submit to Jesus can be unbearable. So I was relieved on all sides when I finally gave my, “Yes.”

 

Every moment is a teachable one and His patience with me is, well, unreasonable to say the least.

 

Aren’t we a people that beg for more and more missing the glory of God that rests on what He has already put before us?

 

We are enticed by more influence, bigger crowds, and something that is a “Not yet” while the very presence of God has pointed His finger to the blessed assignment at hand.

 

We foolishly move away from the anointed place and space because something in us wants our own way.

 

The heart is wicked indeed and loves to oppose God.

 

We will forfeit our inheritance quickly for a fleeting affair with this or that and soon realize the Holy Spirit has had to withdraw Himself entirely.

 

We fall for elicit affairs with those that promise things that’ll never come to pass because our ego needs a good stroking.

 

And Jesus grieves.

 

I’ve saddened Him on many occasions and ultimately saddened myself when I’ve willfully let my eyes wander to something that seemed grander than where His presence actually was.

 

I’ve given my inheritance away too many times to heel grabbers because my own heart had an unmet need. Each time there was a costly suffering I would never want to endure again.

 

So, I’m learning to listen to and surrender to the, “Not yet.”

 

It’s a safe place and honorable to the King, and others. No other voice can overrule His. He is the Master.

 

So if you’re struggling with stirring dreams and you’re tempted to compromise to go get em’….don’t do it.

 

Heed the Lords whisper of, “Not yet.”