Written on April 10, 2017.
Dawn darted in and out of drawn drapes, daring me into my day. Paths to tread, trails to blaze. Or maybe just a blog to write. But before feet could find floor, my heart needed to find what it was beating for.
My hub thumped and throbbed as the humanity of me sought the tempo and time of Heaven through three queries I bring to the brightness of breaking day. How can I reveal the companionship of God, the nurturing of El Shaddai and the passion of Jesus today? In walking out this invitation I received a few months ago, I have found that if I manifest these things to my person, if I start there, it ends up everywhere. For what is given freely to one, multiplies for many.
Ravenous I swung and swayed beneath Heaven’s hearth for the mighty manna to come. It was then I realized my person had not yet risen to feed our flock of animals. And he wanted to snuggle. With a smile and a sigh, I awaited his arms.
This actually takes a bit longer than it used to. With our move to Naveh, we purchased an insert for our bed that allows us to incline. It also required two mattresses and though it sounds nice that we each have our own, this has created what we have named “the Gap of Rohan”. For though there is nothing between us in heart, there is a great divide between our mattresses that we must cross each time we would like to draw near to one another. We are learning to bridge the gap :).
I entered embrace, manna fell and my spirit sang, “This is the best part”. And recognition of this days royal role resounded. “Choose the best part.”
But of one thing there is need, and Mary the good part did choose, that shall not be taken away from her. Luke 10:42
I’ve read this scripture many times, but this morning, I let Him tell me the story.
Weary from the road, came Wonder to their door, fellowship upon His heart. He sought not catering but communion. Aching for friend as alternative for foe. For a broken beloved with a kneeling heart to be the antidote for a beating band marching to battle instead of bending knees.
He entered and one entered in. Mary. She let Him breathe and be. Her heart provided a place for His every word to hang upon. Not one fell to the ground. But she did. Right at His feet. Postured upon the truth of who He was.
There was no requirement for her to be needless. Lack led the way. Necessity drew her nigh. And she chose the best part. Temporal her choice was not. Not a momentary selection but a permanent election. A setting apart. Choice wields its weight in such a way. Just as Jesus chose His disciples – without intent of ever letting go. And as Pappa who fits us for His favor, sets us apart as His own and attends to us each with His infinite oversight.
Mary chose like that. Jesus before her, in a seat that hovered slightly above her, she gave Him lasting occupation, full capacity. For the best part. Delicate and dainty she declared that He would always be the fulfillment of the need. No, He didn’t ask her to be needless. He asked to let Him be the only filling of that need. It was permeated forever for she now always knew where to look. A fragment of eternity was resurrected within her. For she found a form of forever and would never stop seeking it.
Within evermore and eternal she happened and hoped upon the best part. Her portion. That which was assigned to her from the start. From the beginning to which she belonged. Within that tiny stretch of eternity, she saw the boundlessness of partaking. She didn’t flee and she didn’t greed for more. She simply let her branches stretch until adorned with what was hers. Allotted and allowed. She wasn’t put off that inside boundless was much for many. The more for others didn’t bring less or loss. The expansiveness didn’t frighten her. It found her. Deep inside.
For a little line in Luke says that what she chose “could never be taken away.” Evermore meets nevermore. The best part last and lingers. The part which holds its breath until we nearly collide with it, gasps when we take hold of it and sighs with satisfaction when we loosen our grip in the glory of knowing it won’t be cut off or carried away.
Pesach (Passover) begins as this evening’s sun sets. And I find myself trembling at the choices I’ve made that I missed the eternity in. Those that didn’t have “best part” etched upon them. And I’ve asked, because I can, because He asks, for passover for those choices. That I might choose again. The best part, instead of my idea, plan or ideal. And I lay down my idol. And the cross within me resurrects to bear fruit beyond me.
Ask for the revelation of choices that need passover. Choose in this now and let eternity be resurrected in you!
Deyanu means “it would have been enough” or “it would have been sufficient”. Share with each other at least five things the Lord has done for you, that if He had only done that, would have been so much more than enough.