I got up ready and eager for my quiet time with God. I needed a Word, a breath of fresh air, a filling of my soul. As I dug into the book of Daniel all the sudden I came across a story that had me laughing. Seriously, it was something like out of Bed-knobs and Broomsticks or even Matilda.
The King had invited 1000 nobles for a feast. They were having a par.tay! They were wining and dining when all the sudden the fingers of a human hand appeared and began writing on the wall. You can’t make this stuff up. Check it out in Daniel 5.
Of course, the King can’t solve the written riddle on the wall. He longs for others to solve it. The Queen suggests they get Daniel and the story continues. But my mind was back at the finger writing on the wall.
The hand of God had written the message.
Where were the interpreters?
How would they know what it meant or what to do?
Those were the questions I was asking myself. God has written a message upon my heart. A new message. I can’t interpret it or make it out. I long for clarification. I want to know. I want to see. But yet, all I sense is the message has been written and has YET to be unlocked.
That’s the stirring within. That’s the yearning for more of Him and His word. For the message upon my heart to be solved. Then I’d know where to go, what to do, or even what not to do.
Psalm 119:123 describes my longing:
My eyes strain to see your rescue,
to see the truth of your promise fulfilled.
I long to see the riddle written upon my heart fulfilled. I long to be rescued from my questions. Doubts. Fears. I long for more of Him while I wait.
I’m reminded that my journey with God is all about the writing on the wall.