Behold

Behold.

Be and hold. Be held.

What is it that holds you up?

For you stand, holding yourself at the hip, that you may not fall.

Yet it is I that holds you up. It is my hand that holds you.

When you fall it is My hand that holds you up.

From the depths I lift you up. From the place of the slip I pick you up. From the mud, from the mire, where you struggle to get a grip. I take hold of you. I be hold you. I am there for you.

I will not leave you in the place of no progress for I have set your steps and I am establishing your goings. For you shall no longer stay, you shall have traction. You shall move, and step and pace it out. You shall make progress. For I have lifted you up.

Just be and hold for I AM holds you. I behold you!

Psalms 139:10 Even there shall Your hand lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me.

Have confidence in me. For I know where I am taking you. I have set your steps. I have mapped your course. My intent is to elevate, to lift up. For you shall be above and not beneath. Look not down. Have no regard for what is beneath you. Look up. Rise up. Occupy the elevated position.

I’m pealing it back, but not how you expect. I’m revealing the core. I’m preparing the food for consumption. For I know you don’t like the skin. You prefer the depths. You like what is under the surface. You were made for the deeper things. I’m stripping back the surface. I’m preparing it for you.

I’m giving you something to sink your teeth into. I’m pealing away the things you don’t like. The stuff that gets in the way. For what is on the surface is nothing compared to what lies beneath. The surface provides but a clue to what rests beneath. The surface hides the potential that is held within. Peal it away to release that which lies within.

Why so subdued? Have I not called you to subdue? Be confident, exuberant and expansive, in the holy of Israel. The set apart, the one, the unique. Can you not be confident in yourself. Confident in who I have set you apart to be. Uniquely confident.

Isaiah 45:1-3 “This is what the Lord says to his anointed, to Cyrus, whose right hand I take hold of to subdue nations before him and to strip kings of their armor, to open doors before him so that gates will not be shut: I will go before you and will level the mountains; I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron. I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who summons you by name.

You place your hand in the rushing water. That which comes against you is now a divided force. It is divided in your hand the one stream becomes many. The torrent multiplies in your hand. See the delight, feel the overflow in your hand. The fountains, the uprising, the spray, the splash. For it does not pull you under, it causes much turbulence. The moveable against that which does not move.

The one stream, now many, by your hand.

Behold, the interjection, the interruption. The immovable against that which moves. The selah moment. The pause in the midst. The mud step. The rising up over that which pours against you. How is the fountain formed?

The hand upon the hose. Holding back the pressure at first, but then it gushes forth. The uprising against the pressure. The release flows higher and higher. You played with it as a boy. Fascinated by it. You gazed in wonder at the work of your hands. A sprinkle here, a torrent there. The abundant flow. The power of the turned tap.

Once again experience the wonder of the flow. Care not for the lack, experience the flow. Look at the flow, it rises higher and higher in your hand like a fountain. Just be and hold and then behold.

What is it you hold in your hand?