Beloved, you have set your heart to seek the Face of God, and I tell you now, He sees you. He who is from the beginning, who holds the stars in His hand, bends low to meet the one who longs for Him. The Holy One is not far from you. He is near, nearer than your own breath.
Do not be troubled by the pace of men. Do not measure yourself by the steps of the crowd. For the Lord of Glory calls you to walk with Him, not behind Him, not ahead of Him, but hand in hand, heart to heart.
The frustration you feel is not your failure; it is the stirring of His Spirit within you, pulling you closer to the fullness of life in Him. You are not forsaken. You are not cast off. You are being drawn into the secret place where the Lamb walks with His own.
The world may race ahead to build kingdoms of dust. The churches may lag behind in sluggishness and doubt. But you, beloved, fix your eyes upon His Face. Set your heart to know Him as Moses did, who cried out, “Show me Your glory!” and was hidden in the cleft of the rock. So now you are hidden in Yeshua, sheltered by the blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.
Be still, and do not fear the aching within you. It is a holy yearning. It is the mark of His hand upon your soul.
The God who called you is faithful. He will not leave you longing. He will reveal Himself to the pure in heart.
Therefore, walk hand in hand with God.
When He moves, move with Him.
When He waits, wait with Him.
When He weeps, weep with Him.
When He rejoices, dance before Him.
Do not turn aside to the right or the left. Stay close. Stay low. Stay hungry.
“You will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart” (Jeremiah 29:13, NASB).
This is the promise of the Everlasting God. This is your inheritance.
Let nothing steal it from you.
Walk hand in hand with God, beloved. Walk hand in hand with God.
Prayer
Father,
I long to walk hand in hand with You. Not ahead, not behind — but close, steady, faithful. Teach me to match my steps with Yours. Tune my heart to Your heartbeat. Make me sensitive to Your movements and stillness alike.
When I grow restless, anchor me in Your peace. When I grow weary, lift me with Your strength. When I am tempted to run or lag behind, draw me back by the whisper of Your love.
I seek not the works of Your hand, but the light of Your Face. Let Your nearness be my portion, and Your presence my delight.
Lead me on the ancient path where Your footsteps still echo, and cause me to walk it with joy and trembling.
I am Yours, Lord.
Hand in hand with You, forever.
In the name of Yeshua, Amen.