Wake Up Call, part 2

In my mind’s eye, I’ve been seeing a door ajar and a rough slab table with two wooden chairs in a room with a leaded glass window and an uneven stone floor. For all of the time I’ve been reading in Hebrews, that room keeps coming to mind.

An older man is seated at the table and a younger one is across from him, talking earnestly. Their heads are close, as if they’re privately conferring. The older one’s eyes are looking down, his head nodding with understanding as the younger man talks. This is not an unpleasant conversation they’re having–it’s a serious one.

As I approach the door, they both look up. Smiles spread across their faces; their eyes twinkle. The older one laughs with delight and claps his hands. The younger one jumps up and comes toward me, ready to wrap me up in a hug.

I think they’re God and Jesus.

Yesterday after writing in my journal about my little crisis of faith, I got up to start my day. I’d tried to visualize the room as I had other days before, but it was empty. So I sat right back down and asked to see it with them in it before I did another thing.

And then, there they were–heads bent over, talking intimately as they had been. They’re talking about me, I thought. The younger one was explaining something, and the Father nodded in sympathy.

I walked toward them, and they looked up, as if all was well, as if nothing had changed. They’d been there all along, and I knew it deep down where it is I believe in them. I took a deep cleansing breath, and my heart squeezed with relief and joy.

And I thought, no matter what I’m doing–hanging out with them in the middle of the night or going about my life in the middle of the day–these two have my back. They’re watching over me. They’re discussing what I need (my narcissist-self loves this part).

And the Spirit inside me relays my deepest groans to them and channels peace and joy from them to me. It’s truth that gives me comfort today.

But yesterday?

Yesterday, it gave me towering concrete footers that held me above those snarling dogs of doubt, above the clock that mocked, above my wild fears of weirdness and imaginings.

And I believed more surely than I’d ever believed before, that the Holy Place within me is real. That God is there. That he opens the door to me because of what Jesus’ death and resurrection did. And that he rewards me for coming to him. All of this is backed by my Bible and gives me solid support.

But what about being awakened by God to hang out? That was my nagging question yesterday, and it’s still bugging me today. I’m not gonna find a verse that says it, and I’m embarrassed to want one so badly, afraid to hope I might matter this much to God.

Regardless of my disappointment about that, I feel absolutely certain about this much: when I see the room inside me, the light is always on, the door is always open, and these two are always available and overjoyed to see me, because these are just a few of the perks that Jesus’ blood gives me.

In my fearful, little girl’s heart, these truths resonate Like. Nothing. Else. On. Earth.

Thank you, Father, for the faith to see you and believe you, Ep 6:23.

Thank you, Jesus, for how you know what I need and how you speak for me to the Father, He 4:14-16, Ro 8:34.

Thank you, Spirit, for the way you pray for me when I don’t know what to say, Ro 8:26.

It’s mind blowing to know you’re always meeting about me. I don’t know how you do this for every daughter and son and sister and brother, but I know you do, because you say you do, He 7:24-25.

Yesterday I read that, “Anyone who wants to approach God must believe both that he exists and that he cares enough to respond to those who seek him,” He 11:6, MSG.

Yesterday, I struggled to believe that God cares enough to respond to me. I struggled to believe I was that important to him. But the Bible says that my relationship with God was important enough for Jesus to die to make possible, Jn 3:16; He 7:24-25.

So why wouldn’t I be important enough to watch over? To be glad to see? To wake up to hang out with? Don’t I do at least this much with my own kids? Would God do any less for me?

I found my unbelief at 1:21 am. I was afraid that I wasn’t really meeting with God at such an early hour, that I was really all alone and unmet. I had to let my faith reach all the way into that hour and more, into any hour of my day. One twenty-one ended up being the perfect time to wake up and deal with my doubts. I wouldn’t have found them at 5:30 or 6.

And I’ve found something else. As I was writing these words, pieces of a verse–something about being wakened–came to mind.

I had no idea where to find it, so I checked my Bible app: “He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed. The Sovereign Lord has opened my ears; I have not been rebellious, I have not turned away,” Isaiah 50:4-5.

Here are the exact words I’d hoped to find, and I’m undone. Overwhelmed. The tears come.

Thank you, God, for letting me see you as a kind and concerned father, bent over and listening to my big brother’s report. Thank you for giving me a familiar scene to see you in and not a dazzling throne room. I was able to focus on the love in your face and on Jesus’ earnestness because I wasn’t distracted by things like angels and elders crying out and falling down.

Winged cherubim with lots of eyes and four faces would’ve really freaked me out.


Inspiration from:

“The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know your name trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you,”Ps 9:10-11.

“I call with all my heart; answer me, Lord, and I will obey your decrees… I rise before dawn and cry for help; I have put my hope in your word. My eyes stay open through the watches of the night that I may meditate on your promises. Hear my voice in accordance with your love…,” Ps 119:145-149.

“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?” Ps 139:7.

“…and surely I am with you always, even to the very end of the age,” Mt 28:20.

“Peace to the brothers and sisters, and love with faith from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ,” Ep 6:23

“…the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans,” Ro 8:26.

“Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us,” Ro 8:34.

“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price,” 1 Co 6:19-20.

“Therefore since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way as we are–and yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need,” He 4:14-16.

“…because Jesus lives forever, he has a permanent priesthood. Therefore he is able to save completely those who come to God through him because he always lives to intercede for them,” He 7:24-25.

“All the angels were standing around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures. They fell down on their faces before the throne and worshiped God…,”Re 7:11.

“The cherubim went in whatever direction the head faced, without turning as they went. Their entire bodies, including their backs, their hands, and their wings, were covered with eyes, as were their four wheels…Each of the cherubim had four faces…,” Eze 10:11-14.

Formerly posted as “The Room,” February, 2020.

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