No Greater Love That a Man Would Lay His Life Down Sometimes change comes fast like lightening. You weren’t expecting it. But it hits you out of the blue and you are left quaking in your skin. You know you are forever changed into the person you’d rather be.
“Take my hand and lead me through….. glorious fields to be with You…… I am Yours.” Powerful lyrics! Beautiful song! (Heather Clark- Undivided Focus) What has cut me to the core and changed my mind and existence is what a young dear heart shared with me about a week ago. She sat me down and expressed her feelings about “Glorious Fields”. In an instant, I was undone in the presence of my King.
You see, what I am visualizing, as I am singing these profound lyrics, is the Father leading me through fields imagined by a romantic lover. The sky is a golden purple haze. The flowers are dazzling in vibrant and soft colors of purple, yellow, pink and white as they dance in the cool summer breeze. The air is full and heady with pungently sweet fragrance. And my Lover and I are walking hand in hand as He smiles at me and we enjoy each other’s company. The green hills roll before us and there is no other place I’d rather be.
The words this young, dear friend shared with me, slaps me out of my revelry and forces me to awaken to a deeper and more profound awareness. I am humbled by her sight. More than humbled I am grateful. She simply and gently says, “You know Laura, some battlefields are called ‘Glorious’.” And just that quickly I know Truth has pierced my heart and a part of me has been set free. I weep for the joy and understanding that overwhelms me. Yes, battlefields are glorious. Battlefields are fraught with the blood, sweat and tears of our hopes, dreams, crowning victories and devastating losses. I realize with sharp clarity the folly of my first imagined “glorious fields”. How shallow and unrealistic of me. It seems most of our lives are lived on the battlefield. The last year and half has been the most intense battle of my life so it seems. When I view in retrospect the past few days, weeks, months, I know I stand in the middle of a great battlefield. When I survey my bloody wounds and healing scars and see the charred ground around me, I know I stand in the middle of a battlefield. But when I look to see Who holds my hand, and all the friends that stand beside me, I say with surety, where I am is glorious. With newly defined understanding and focus I say, “This battlefield is Glorious!”
I believe my Father wants to walk with me through fields of dancing flowers and whisper Lover’s words into my yearning heart and I also believe He wants to stand with me on the burning and tumultuous battlefield and teach me how to fight as He speaks instructions into my weary and bleeding heart. In the end it is not about the “field” that determines the glory. It is all about who holds your hand and walks with you and Who leads you through.
Thank you to all who hold my hand and walk with me. Some days we will walk together beside the still waters and know peace. Other nights we will walk through the valley of the shadow of death and we will know peace. No matter where we walk, our wake proclaims as much as the ground that lies before us proclaim, “Glorious Fields”! For He is leading our way and as we look to the left and to the right we know, we are never alone.
Helen Victoria Cason, Upright Warrior and True of Heart, this post is dedicated to you.
“Take my hand and lead me through….. glorious fields to be with You…… I am Yours.” Powerful lyrics! Beautiful song! (Heather Clark- Undivided Focus) What has cut me to the core and changed my mind and existence is what a young dear heart shared with me about a week ago. She sat me down and expressed her feelings about “Glorious Fields”. In an instant, I was undone in the presence of my King.
You see, what I am visualizing, as I am singing these profound lyrics, is the Father leading me through fields imagined by a romantic lover. The sky is a golden purple haze. The flowers are dazzling in vibrant and soft colors of purple, yellow, pink and white as they dance in the cool summer breeze. The air is full and heady with pungently sweet fragrance. And my Lover and I are walking hand in hand as He smiles at me and we enjoy each other’s company. The green hills roll before us and there is no other place I’d rather be.
The words this young, dear friend shared with me, slaps me out of my revelry and forces me to awaken to a deeper and more profound awareness. I am humbled by her sight. More than humbled I am grateful. She simply and gently says, “You know Laura, some battlefields are called ‘Glorious’.” And just that quickly I know Truth has pierced my heart and a part of me has been set free. I weep for the joy and understanding that overwhelms me. Yes, battlefields are glorious. Battlefields are fraught with the blood, sweat and tears of our hopes, dreams, crowning victories and devastating losses. I realize with sharp clarity the folly of my first imagined “glorious fields”. How shallow and unrealistic of me. It seems most of our lives are lived on the battlefield. The last year and half has been the most intense battle of my life so it seems. When I view in retrospect the past few days, weeks, months, I know I stand in the middle of a great battlefield. When I survey my bloody wounds and healing scars and see the charred ground around me, I know I stand in the middle of a battlefield. But when I look to see Who holds my hand, and all the friends that stand beside me, I say with surety, where I am is glorious. With newly defined understanding and focus I say, “This battlefield is Glorious!”
I believe my Father wants to walk with me through fields of dancing flowers and whisper Lover’s words into my yearning heart and I also believe He wants to stand with me on the burning and tumultuous battlefield and teach me how to fight as He speaks instructions into my weary and bleeding heart. In the end it is not about the “field” that determines the glory. It is all about who holds your hand and walks with you and Who leads you through.
Thank you to all who hold my hand and walk with me. Some days we will walk together beside the still waters and know peace. Other nights we will walk through the valley of the shadow of death and we will know peace. No matter where we walk, our wake proclaims as much as the ground that lies before us proclaim, “Glorious Fields”! For He is leading our way and as we look to the left and to the right we know, we are never alone.
Helen Victoria Cason, Upright Warrior and True of Heart, this post is dedicated to you.
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