The Indicator

What’s your indication?

I need an indication.

An indicator of things to come. Not something that flickers and is gone, a lasting indication.

A glow upon the edge. Peering out from the ice cave, I see a glow upon the edge. Bright as pure gold, it glows brighter and brighter with great intensity.

The golden edge is all that I see. It flickers in my mind over and over these past few days. I am drawn to it like Moses to the burning bush.

What is it that I see, what does it indicate, what or should I say whom does it indicate?

Then this word…

Song of Songs 2:11-13 For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance.Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Yesterday I asked for an indication, and indication of God’s intent. I had sent forth a message to a prospect after expecting a response, but was told she was out of the office. I had sent the message regardless, not knowing whether she would respond, but trusting in God for a response.

I was prompted to look up my new favourite worship band, Elevation Worship, and found a song called evidence, where the Senior Pastor was declaring now – do it now. I had heard it before, but had disregarded it then. But now I found myself speaking it out. And then in the midst of all this waiting – the weight, came through a response that she had read my message. Moments later I received a reply, saying the board was considering our proposal that night!

Later that night we received a positive indication of their intent subject to a final hoop to jump through.

I found myself focused on the hoop not the whoop. Frustrated by another hoop and stressed by the nature of it.

I am a problem solver, and struggle the most when I am first presented with the issue and had not yet an indication or idea of how I might solve it.

So there I was lying in bed, trying to sleep, but then in the midst of my distress – God!

At first a tremor, then a shake, then a vision. I peered out from the ice cave, with the expectation of a thawing ice, with a renewed flow, with that which was solid to be fluid, to flow once more.

To my surprise what I saw was unexpected, was more that I expected, was beyond my expectation. It was a river of gold flowing over all the land. I feel it now, it messes me up as I write….

For this is no small thing that I am doing, that which flows is golden, is beyond measure, is priceless, is measured without measure. I pour it out, it cannot be contained, it flows upon the surface, it covers all around, it is without limitation, it is beyond the boundary. It reflects my glory, it is evidence of my presence. Arise my son and come away. Come out of your seclusion, let me see your face, let me hear your voice. For the winter is past, the sun rises, the dawn breaks, for the light of the world has come. Be light, be lightened, be released. Walk on the golden path, for what I have for you is gold. It shines, it is a precious path. It is the path of my precious, my chosen. Shine, arise, reflect my glory….