The Voice of My Beloved
Song of Solomon 5:2, I sleep but my heart waketh, it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying open to Me my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled…
It is the voice, not the hand that knocks.
The closed doors of our life will be revealed to us by His voice.
Often we might consider that if we are hearing God, that we have allowed Him in. I’m not certain. Could it be that by hearing God, we are made aware of His willingness to be involved in areas that we have excluded Him from?
However, unless we yield to His voice, to His Word, He will remain outside of that particular parameter of our life. He is not intrusive. It all hinges on our response to what He says. I believe the knock on His voice is instruction.
The open door is not always a means of exit into something bigger and better. The door is not the threshold for our “arrival” but for His. Maybe it’s the instrument for something far Greater to come in and to fill to capacity the places that have been empty until now and to open our eyes to the potential of where we are.
It seems that everyone is working so hard to get to their destiny. Tearing down walls and taking the ceiling off. Lives constantly under reconstruction, building in vain. I think I’m finally realizing that I don’t have to get to my place of destiny. I’m in it. Wouldn’t it just be easier to open the door?
The door can either be a barrier or a breakthrough! It’s up to us.