Traversing the Mountain of God: A North Korean Odyssey PART TWO

Then, a pattern in me takes shape

Encouragement turns into inspiration and then into a gasping desperation

Your fire burns within me, a deeper prayer

To move out of this oxygen-starved place. 

To change altitude.

To leave this godless, grasping society.

I long for freedom of movement

My feet are ready to go!

With You at my back.

I am ready to move out.

Courage under fire!

This pattern of prayer comes from You.

 

These days are marked on the calendar of strategic planning.

Holy Spirit, You equip me with a vision of what next

Training me within

In my heart, I can see through Your eyes.

I walk before You, dear wind

As You tilt me onto new paths

And up this high mountain.

Of the presence of the Lord.

I am there as You share wisdom beyond my own

I am there in the understanding of plans You provide.

Your counsel has entered and registered within me and

You have given me the blueprint of an exit strategy.

I get prepared to leave

I await Your hand

It will cost me all I have

I pour out my all and

Wait in the fear of the Lord.

 

These days

The waiting teaches me everything

As I cross unveiled thresholds of hope

You teach me to see with Your vision

You teach me to speak with Your perspective,

Your authority and Your peace.

My feet are anointed to be free.

My feet have followed You underground

And now

I am prepared to climb out and climb higher.

And now

I am ready to leave.

 

Whisper, please, dear wind

Into my heart any correction or redirection

That my Heavenly Father speaks to You.

We will talk much as I go.

These are the words I remember speaking to You

In my heart before I held my breath….

 

 

© 2013 by Teresa Sandhu. All rights reserved

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Traversing the Mountain of God: A North Korean Odyssey PART ONE

Walls within walls within walls…

My inner-speak is free and You hear every word.

We walk in the secret garden of love You have planted in my heart

I can see how things should be in the light of Your love.

You regard my rootless restlessness

In the outer political dungeon

With Your loving compassion.

And then, as though it were a blessing and a preparation,

You take off my thin shoes with Your warm hands.

Wash my calloused feet and anoint them with the fragrant oil

Of Your presence.

You have given them

An itch for freedom of movement

Outside these walls.

 

These days

My outer path is cold, circular and unrelenting.

A maze of fragmented heart-rending choices

To do what is best for my family

And yet serve the political dragon.

When I walk ‘underground’

I find great illumination in the darkness

As I walk in Your word in worship.

Outside, I walk with heart tucked in

A paper badge on my sleeve;

My biggest lie.

 

With Your wind at my back

My longing for freedom gets a longer stride.

Your comfort is there as I turn a corner and make difficult choices…

What to do next? So many possible snares!

Comfort again from You and

By Holy Spirit impetus,

I am bid to move into the forbidden freedom.

To climb an impossible mountain.

With courage.

 

Where will strength and provision for the treacherous journey come from?

Wholly His I have wholly received

The breath of life within me.

The source of life.  The overcoming power.

You breathe encouragement into me

 

Your every Word a firestorm of love

You fan the flame in my heart.

I have learned an inner walk

Where I walk on the coals of this furnace within me

In practice

You have shown me what I can do

With You at my back.

Every practical matter is in Your hands.

Sight unseen,

I begin to trust deeply in an underground part of me

That You are forming.

 

© 2013 by Teresa Sandhu. All rights reserved