Flip This Heart

From the ground we look up to the sky and we are amazed by what man has been able to put in the air. Since my son’s (I will call him pieces and my daughter princess) birthday is the same day as the first day of official flight of the Wright brothers and my hubby works on airplanes for a living this is something to behold in our home. Things that fly either a short time off the ground (dirt bikes, golf balls) or the things so heavy carting thousands of people a day are truly amazing.
Recently, I was on a flight going to the other Chel’s house and I looked out from the window of the plane and saw how beautiful the city lights are from tens of thousands of feet in the air and I was amazed. Then suddenly, I realized how often we peer onto the things of man and we lose our breath for the beauty and majesty – the great wall – the pyramids – Christ the Redeemer, Corcovado, Brazil, etc. but these things were made my mere hands, hands created by another. Made by human hands that can be destructive and evil; but not the hands of God. This moment flipped my heart and changed my perspective.

A couple of days prior to that moment I had my heart flipped. I was eating lunch at Sonic and just sitting in my car and watching the car hops and the people. And I noticed this man with two small girls eating at one of the picnic tables. I noticed him because as each cute little teenager skated by he stared right through them as if to have x-ray vision. I was appalled I don’t mind saying. I know what you’re thinking and I hear your sighs along with mine. But then I felt it – my heart flipped and became worth that day to the Kingdom of God than what it was before I had arrived.
My Lord ignited a fire within me – an intercessory fire – unlike anything I have ever felt. I truly know what it means to say His grace is enough and it is enough for this man too. My heart was aching and full at the same time. Instead of seeing the pure flesh surrounding this man, I saw a dad with two little girls who was potentially doing irreparable harm. His heart issues go way down deep and this peering at young girls will hurt his heart and his family. I saw the sin and the reason Christ came. My disgust turned to deep compassion and my heart broke because like a pebble cause infinite ripples in a body of water so does his sin into the hearts of his family. The ripples he is causing will do damage and this man needed prayer not condemnation.

I must admit my judgment driven by the need to protect those young girls as I have one of my own. And I have seen firsthand how an older man looking at her makes her feel, she has even been driven to tears by the peering looks. They don’t have to dress to receive this attention anymore because the heart of this world is flipped so upside down and camouflaged in the darkness of sin.

I did pray earnestly for him and for those girls, his and the servers, and I imparted grace unto him through the power of the Holy Spirit.

The Lord loves us all and sometimes He allows us to fall so we can see spots on our hearts that we have over looked since they are so camouflaged with this world. I spent the rest of my lunch praying over him, his family, and those two sweet little girls he had with him. They truly had to fight to get his attention due to the “eye candy” around him. I prayed his appetite would change and that God would flip his heart and manage the ripples his struggles cause.

This fire ignited my heart even deeper for the lost and for those who have lost their way. God removed some dark spots from my heart that day and took care of this old house of HIS.

Reevaluate your own heart. He traded places with you! Revival begins in your own heart and commitment in your mind. Our hearts and minds must align with the will of the Father!

Rededicate it unto HIM. Find your style and see what gifts you have, intercessory prayer like what happened to me? What is your old house (you are His temple) dedicated to?

Allow HIM to redecorate! How is your curb appeal? Let HIM pull those weeds. What would your walls say if walls could talk? Do you need a fresh coating of the annointing of the Holy Spirit, or have your walls even been painted with the blood of Christ?

I left a stone at that Sonic that day. It will be a place to remember why the LORD met me there and how HE revealed Himself to me. This stone will keep spiritual amnesia at bay and remind to unceasingly pray. To pray for men like this whose piercing eyes pierced my soul and reminded me why my Jesus had HIS flesh pierced for all.