A few nights ago, after a long day in town and caffeine WAY too late, I was tossing and turning in bed. Unexpectedly, my phone beeped…who would message me that late at night, I wondered. It was a stranger. “Hy”, the unknown number with the image of a man said. I didn’t even entertain the thought of answering it, and immediately blocked it. But as I was blocking the number, my phone started to ring. Another strange number! And they called a second time, after I ignored the first. And a third time, closer to midnight. Immediately my mind started picking at the strands of logic. It could be my mother, that something had happened to. It could be one of our neighbours…no, but then they would have called my husband as well. Thank goodness my phone had been on silent already and had not woken the children!

I woke my husband to tell him what was going on, and ask for direction. He has a way of getting to the core without all the details emotion brings. He agreed that it was probably spam, and so then I completely blocked the number. But laying there afterwards, packing the day away, I felt the prickle of curiousity… almost a cool brush across my scalp, bearing both promise and warning. I could choose to shift my attention, my focus to this situation, which just “showed up” (as most things do these days). I could choose to satisfy my curiosity, to be distracted from my rest, which was what was best for that time. Or from my children if I pursued that answer in the daylight hours. And if I found the answer I would probably have to DO something about it. And so the rabbit hole continues…

And that got me thinking:

How often does information trump revelation…?

How many times do we allow our hunger to know something, to distract and confuse our minds?

Some of the time, it bears an innocent mask, such as news or social media…or an obviousness such as tarot cards and pornography…

And so, I started writing, and my thoughts tumbling ahead of me were arranged into something inspired through Holy Spirit:

Who is that calling?

Satan, there you go again

Teasing my curiosity

Distracting me from the Truth

To explore more “reality”

Who is that stranger?

What excitement will I find?

If I answer that message and succumb to my mind?

Lord, I will not take that call

I will not listen or hear

I will not look on evil

Or meditate on fear

I will not be distracted from the truth and the reason

You have placed me here, in this time, this season

Help me stand strong

in this era of “all knowing”

Where people reject trust

and in the Vine growing

Humans find accomplishment

in forsaking Your design

No purpose from a Creator

we desire to find

Yah, how can we allow

branches so wild?

Are there not parents

to guide the child?

Yeshua, you will come

like a thief in the night…

The darkness grows deeper…

Our lights, steadily bright.

Still the Ruach

and the Bride

say, “Come.”

Yahweh, Thy will be done.

I want to end with a scripture which has been on my mind much lately, and to me it really connects to this topic of being aware of what we are allowing and planting in our minds.

Phil 4:8 (Amp)

“Finally, believers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable and worthy of respect, whatever is right and confirmed by God’s word, whatever is pure and wholesome, whatever is lovely and brings peace, whatever is admirable and of good repute; if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think continually on these things [center your mind on them, and implant them in your heart].”

It may seem difficult to think only on the good stuff, but I believe it is a journey that ends with amazing results, both physically and spiritually. We can ask Holy Spirit to guide us in this, and start by being sensitive to the negative feelings we experience when moving “off the path”. Then we will have confidence that even in troubled times we are still within Yahweh’s will.

I pray that Ruach will teach us to hear all the more clearly.

May you be blessed!


Renè Lowings

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