Encouragement

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The call to intimacy to the Lord is a noble one. It is Him and not us. He sets His eyes on us. We can only lift up our eyes and see His inviting hand. He is calling for us. He sets the pace and direction for us and He’s calling us by name. He says, “Come on higher”. He is waiting to draw us to Himself. His gentle wooing hand invites us, “Come on higher.” He’s calling us and he’s wooing us. Imagine a creator God that calls us to Himself. Imagine Him coming to us at our level and courts us. Wouldn’t you want to go higher?

As He whispers His gentle touch of love, His soft yet warm voice, “Come on higher.” As He stretch out His hand and extend His love towards us, who wouldn’t be move. This is what is happening to me for the past years. The Master is calling forth intimacy with Him. He woos and draws me by His love, by His gentle touch, by His Master stroke, who wouldn’t respond.

Peace, joy and a heartfelt thanks is all I experienced. I experience a gentle wooing God who draws me to Himself. He calls me by my name. He addresses me and extends His peace and love to me. He courts me with His gentle love. He lavishly sends a warm smile to my face with a message, “I love you.” “Yes Lord, I love you too.” Such intimacy, such love. It comes with such sweet gentle touch, my Master’s hand. He is waiting to touch me with His out-stretch arms, “My love, I love you”, He whispers into my ears.

With a breath of soft warm tenderness of the gentle calling, I reach out my hands and touch the Master’s hand. I say, “Yes, my Lord, take me by my hand and lead me. I am willing, into your intimacy I draw myself to you.” Since then, it is the Master’s touch that draws me to Himself day by day. Day by day He draws me to Himself. He holds and carries me. His affectionate love is all I see. The peace which surpasses all understanding gently guilds me. He guides and leads me to the peaceful still water. “Drink, my love, from this living water that you might not thirst again.” Such love, such gentleness.

My Master’s touch is all I need. What days without His gentle touch, tis me, who did not draw and yield to Him, even then, He still draw Himself to me. He will never fail nor forsake me. Heb 13:5. What a promise, what an assurance.

Let the Master touch you by the Master’s touch. Yet Him, not you who initiates it.

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