Day 337

Today is Day 337 of The Red Shoe Project.  I was out the door in my RED shoes  and off to The Bonfire, early this morning.  What a powerful time of ministry!  My sister, Kea, spoke on the depth of The Father's love for each of us and exhorted us to draw closer to Him this holiday season.

Right prior to her teaching, an insightful prophetic word came forth in the group in which...

The Lord pleaded to the people 

to not only open their hearts, 

but to make room in their hearts for Him.

I found that so interesting.  Is God insinuating that people's hearts are filled with other things? --  so much so, that there's NO ROOM  for Him?  Hmmm.  I wonder what those things are?

If there is a throne in our heart for God, what or who do we allow to sit there?  That's a good question to ask the Holy Spirit.

"God... reveal to me What or Who is

sitting on the throne of my heart?"

Growing up, it was common knowledge in my family that Dad was 

"The King of the Castle!"  He was the father -- the head of the household -- the provider -- the protector -- a wonderful husband and an awesome dad!  None of us every questioned his authority.  

Dad had a chair -- a big beautiful recliner.    When he came home from work, he sat and relaxed in that chair.  He enjoyed conversation with his family in that chair.  Sometimes he even made decisions in that chair.  Nobody else ever really sat in HIS chair... at least NEVER when he was around!  I wonder... 

"Is it possible to sit on the 

throne of your own heart?"  

 Yikes!  Just saying that makes me uncomfortable.  But it happens.  

As the prophetic word continued in our meeting, God added...

"Unlock the doors of 

your heart and let Me in.

Trust Me!"

Hmmm.   Doors... (plural).  Are there rooms in our heart that we keep locked up?  What's in those rooms?  Memories?  Skeletons?  Secret Sin?  Hurts and pains perhaps?  Old loves?   Wow!  That's something to think about. 

God doesn't want us to lock those things away!

 He wants to help us clean them out.

God is gentle and loving when it comes to our hearts.  His touch is tender.  He never barges in.  That's not His way.   He asks like he did today  and He waits until we're ready.  He understands that it takes time to trust.  

Funny thing is... every time I've trusted Him in the past, I ended up wondering afterwards,  "Why was I so afraid?"  "Why didn't I trust Him sooner?"  I wished I hadn't wasted so much time before letting Him in!  All that did was prolong the blessing of cleansing and healing. 

Tonight, as I examine my own heart, 

I'm compelled to trust Him 

more often and more quickly!

In RED shoes, 

Gail