At The Feet of The Lord Jesus

I tell myself over and over again give yourself to The Lord Jesus. Throw yourselves at His Feet, and on His Mercy and cling to that Hem of His Garment. Never take His Love for granted. Never believe you have reached a point where you never have to humble yourself like a child at His Feet, and pour out your tears.

It is my hope, my prayer, that the wounds are healed inside each one of you, those places that are so raw, you never visit them, nor ever like to talk about them. Those concealed wounds you have camouflaged maybe even for years, that when they do come up in conversation, it tears the heads of those scabs clean off. And the pain just spills out and bleeds out of you and the same anguish takes hold of you all over again! These are the things we must give to Jesus, our hearts that are so tender and broken!

I more than anyone, stumble over and over, with the same issues. I tell myself, “I have given this to you so many times, Lord! But, I humble myself again, and lay myself at Your Feet, and give my heart to You fresh every day. My heart with its holes belongs only to You. I surrender the unforgiveness and all that comes between us. I long for Your Garment, i long for Your Feet, and i long to lay down my pretense of being a good person. You are my Righteousness, my Hope, my Faith, my Lovingkindness, and without you I have no Peace, no Love, no Hope, and no Faith. It is only by Your Gentle Spirit that i am guided along this wreckage that is my soul, but You cleanse me of my own self-righteousness, You pour Your Oil into me, and bathe me in Your Precious Blood! You Are my Glory, and my Forgiveness! You are my Chance in this life, and though i continually stumble with that hurt that has plagued me from the past, that demons bring up, i throw myself at Your Feet, like the adulteress, i lean against Your Bosom like John, and i sit at Your feet like Mary, leaving my busyness behind me.”

There are some hurts too horrible to imagine. Our Lord never describes the size of the burden. But every burden is to be laid at The Feet of The Lord Jesus. Everything from divorce to rape to murder. In every possible way that another has caused us to suffer, this is what must be given continually to The Lord in prayer. At His Feet we find rest, we find restoration, we find healing. At His Feet is where curses turn to blessings, and sorrow to joy! At His Feet there is a choir of angels singing Praises to The Glory of God! At His Feet there is so much beauty! At His Feet is the place where Jesus reveals His Purposes! At His Feet is where sinners feel like saints, and not the monsters we once were! At His Feet God reveals His Heart, His Wounds, it is where we see His Love poured out! At His Feet is worship of The Lamb! At His Feet there is Unity, Harmony, and gold crowns are cast!

Don’t let pride keep you from kissing His Feet, from throwing kisses to Heaven, from the floor being transformed into so much more! It may be that your face is plastered against an unvacuumed carpet, but when you pour Your Heart as Praise and Thanksgiving the floor becomes the court of Heaven!

Don’t let unforgiveness, pride, or fear, keep you from receiving the blessings of worshiping Jesus! Come To The Feet of Jesus! It is Where His Cross Is! Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is The Kingdom of Heaven! Blessed are you when you realize that Jesus, The Lord Jesus, is much more beautiful when you come down off your own pedestal to worship at His Footstool!

ALL GLORY! PRAISE! HONOUR! AND WORSHIP! TO HIM WHO WAS! AND IS! AND IS TO COME AGAIN! ALL FOR THE LORD JESUS CHRIST!

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