“Exalt the Lord our God,
And worship at His footstool—
He is holy.”
— Psalm 99:5 (NKJV)
“For the earth will be filled
With the knowledge of the glory of the Lord,
As the waters cover the sea.”
— Habakkuk 2:14 (NKJV)
There are seasons when the soul grows tired without even knowing why.
A person can still go to church, still sing the songs, still smile at the right moments, and yet somewhere deep within, a quiet heaviness begins to settle. It is not always open rebellion. It is not always some dramatic failure. Sometimes it is simply this: we have started walking beneath what God has promised. We have learned to live with less when Heaven is still whispering, There is more.
Beloved, do not walk in spiritual blackness when the light of His face is still shining.
Do not walk in lack when the river of God still flows.
Do not settle for a dry heart when the Holy Spirit is still moving, still drawing, still calling, still brooding over the deep places within you.
The Lord is not standing far off, reluctant, cold, or withholding. He is not saying, “You have asked too much of Me.” He is saying, “Come nearer.” He is saying, “Reach again.” He is saying, “Bow low and receive what I have already desired to give.”
How tender the heart of God is toward us.
He is the One who thundered on the mountain, and yet He still stoops low to meet the trembling heart. He is the One who parted the sea, and yet He still comes near to the weary believer who needs one fresh touch of His presence. He is the Almighty, clothed in splendor, wrapped in majesty, high and lifted up, and still He invites us to worship at His footstool.
What a wonder.
The God of fire invites us close.
The God of glory says, “Come now.”
The God whose robe fills the temple is still willing to fill the yielded heart.
There is something deeply healing about bowing low before the Lord again. Not performing. Not striving. Not trying to work something up emotionally. Just bowing. Just yielding. Just saying, “Jesus, I surrender again. Your will. Your ways. Your heart. Your voice. Your timing. Your fire. Your word. Your presence.”
And when the heart truly yields, something begins to happen in the inner man.
The cold places begin to thaw.
The noise begins to fade.
The dust begins to settle.
The ache begins to soften.
And little by little, the soul starts to feel the warmth of holy fire again.
This is what so many hearts are longing for, even if they do not know how to say it. They do not merely need better information. They do not simply need a more polished sermon, a more organized life, or a stronger burst of self-discipline. They need the manifest presence of the Lord. They need the nearness of Jesus. They need the Spirit of God to breathe upon them until their hearts burn from within.
There are moments when you can almost feel it—that stirring deep in the spirit, that holy ache, that inward awakening that says, Do not stop here. Go deeper. There is more.
And there is.
There is more than survival.
There is more than routine Christianity.
There is more than trying to make it from one Sunday to the next.
There is more than a little touch that fades by Monday morning.
God desires to fill His people until His life spills over into every ordinary day. He wants His presence to go with you into the quiet kitchen, the long drive, the difficult phone call, the lonely afternoon, the workplace, the grocery store, the sleepless night. He wants to be more than a Sunday visitation. He wants to become the overflow of your daily life.
He desires to fill you until Monday feels touched by Heaven.
Until Tuesday carries the fragrance of Christ.
Until Wednesday is strengthened by hidden communion.
Until Thursday burns with fresh oil.
Until Friday is steadied by peace.
Until Saturday is softened by expectation.
And when Sunday comes again, the flame is not something you are trying to recover. It is something you have been tending all week in the secret place.
Dear one, this is what the Lord is calling His Bride into in this hour.
Not hype.
Not noise.
Not mere activity.
But holy cultivation.
A people who know how to host His presence.
A people who know how to wait.
A people who know how to listen.
A people who know how to bow.
A people who would rather have one whisper from Jesus than a thousand empty words from men.
The Lord is still raising up places where His river can flow freely. He is still creating wells in the earth. He is still touching hearts until they become burning lamps. He is still making room for His glory to dwell among a yielded people. And wherever His presence is truly welcomed, thirsty souls will come. They may come bruised. They may come empty. They may come confused. They may come carrying years of disappointment. But they will come because the human heart was made for living water.
There is a river that cannot be manufactured.
There is a flow that cannot be faked.
There is an anointing that does not come through human effort.
It comes through surrender.
It comes through waiting.
It comes through loving Him.
It comes through giving Him the whole heart again.
That is why the enemy fights so fiercely whenever God is about to do something deeper. He resists hunger. He resists prayer. He resists yieldedness. He resists the secret place. He resists any heart that is about to move from surface religion into real union with Christ. He knows that a believer touched by holy fire becomes dangerous to the kingdom of darkness. A life that burns with the love of Jesus cannot be easily silenced.
But the Lord is greater than every resistance.
Greater than weariness.
Greater than disappointment.
Greater than delay.
Greater than the strange battle that comes right before breakthrough.
If you have felt fought lately, it may not be because you are going backward. It may be because Heaven is drawing you forward.
If you have felt unusually hungry, unusually tender, unusually stirred, it may not be emotional instability at all. It may be the Spirit of God hovering over your life again, preparing to bring forth something beautiful.
Do not draw back now.
Do not settle now.
Do not learn to live half-full.
Reach again.
Bow again.
Ask again.
Yield again.
There is more.
There is more grace.
More glory.
More tenderness.
More fire.
More depth.
More nearness.
More beauty.
More of Christ.
Sometimes we imagine that maturity means we have arrived. But the deeper life teaches us the opposite. The nearer we come to Him, the more we realize there is still more of His heart to know. More of His beauty to behold. More of His voice to hear. More of His likeness to be formed within us.
We never outgrow our need for His presence.
We never move beyond the footstool.
We never graduate from surrender.
And that is not bondage. That is liberty.
Because the place of surrender is the place of fullness.
The bowed heart becomes the burning heart.
The yielded life becomes the overflowing life.
The one who says, “I have nothing without You,” is often the very one who becomes filled beyond measure.
Perhaps today your heart feels dry.
Perhaps you have been faithful, but tired.
Perhaps you love the Lord, but something inside you knows you cannot go on with yesterday’s oil.
Then hear the gentle invitation of the Spirit: Come now.
Not next month.
Not when you feel more worthy.
Not when you have fixed every weakness.
Come now.
Come to the footstool.
Come to the river.
Come to the place of holy yielding.
Come and let Him fill you again.
Ask Him for the burning heart.
Ask Him for the listening ear.
Ask Him for the soft spirit.
Ask Him for the hot coals of Heaven upon your lips and the living flame of devotion within your soul.
He is not weary of your coming.
He is not irritated by your need.
He is not withholding Himself from the hungry.
He is a gracious God.
A wonderful Father.
A beautiful Savior.
And He still gives Himself to those who truly want Him.
So lift your heart again, beloved.
Whisper your yes again.
Let expectation rise again.
The Lord has not brought you this far to leave you in a shallow place.
The river is still flowing.
The fire is still falling.
The Bridegroom is still calling.
And the best is still ahead for the soul that will bow low and say, “Jesus, I am Yours. Fill me again.”
With Love,
Steve Porter
www.morningglorydevo.com
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excellent. thank you Steve ♡!
Amen