Sometimes God says to us:
You don’t seem to realize – I’m singing my Song over you. If you run from it, I’m going to keep singing. At the top of My lungs. But it’s up to you to listen. If you keep running, and I stay where I am, the Song is going to be muffled. You’re still going to hear it, but it’s going to sound further and further away, and more and more muffled, that when you do turn around to listen to it, you’re not going to be able to hear My words, and the Song is going to sound differently to you than what I’m actually singing.
The Shunammite woman cried to Elisha for help, and told him, “As sure as God lives and you live, you’re not leaving me behind” (2 Kings 4:30). Because of her recklessly bold faith and determination, her son was given another chance at life. A life was saved. She refused to leave the presence of the one who had the message and power of God.
Someone I know prays that way. She relentlessly holds onto what she feels and boldly prays before the Throne of Grace. She calls out, searching for Him – “Don’t leave, Jesus!” With her hands outstretched and her heart revealed, she calls out for Him, knowing others may deem her strange. She’s not worried. She’s in the presence of her Lover, and she can’t help but cling to Him.
David prayed the same way –
“I’m asking God for one thing, only one thing; To live with Him in His house my whole life long” – Psalm 27:4.
Solomon tells the story of a man and woman in love, and how the woman sought after her Love. She ran through the streets at night searching for him, calling out to every passerby to find him.
“I longed for my Lover. I wanted Him desperately. His absence was painful.
So I got up, went out and roved the city, hunting through streets and down alleys. I wanted my Lover in the worst way!
I looked high and low and didn’t find Him. And then the night watchmen found me as they patrolled the darkened city.
“Have you seen my Dear Lost Love?” I asked.
No sooner had I left them than I found Him, found my Dear Lost Love.
I threw my arms around Him and held Him tight, wouldn’t let go until I had Him home again, safe at home beside the fire. (Song of Songs 3:1b-7)
Oh, that we would hold on to God’s voice and presence! That we would seek after Him, unashamed of our cry. She refuses to worry about the watchmen, about what they would think of her.
Let the absence of the Song be painful. Let the memory of Your arms be insufficient. Nothing good comes out of complacency, and I for one refuse to let the God-Song being sung over me grow muffled.
What do you hear Him singing over you?