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Wholeheartedly

“Wholeheartedly fling yourself upon Him”. This always seemed about salvation to me. Oh, I’ve given Jesus my life, but this, there is more...  Today I’m given a vision, the next step in understanding. 

Today it looks like a fisherman’s net being cast.  My life, your life, is the net.  I get the image of the net being cast against the sunrise. It is flung with might and rises high into the air, it hangs there briefly as it spreads wide – wholly open to the full, beautiful against the heavens, then descends quickly into the dark waters.  This is the image of being “wholeheartedly flung.” 

Then, then you see, the Master’s hand can begin drawing in the catch…

To be wholeheartedly flung means to fly!  But it also means to know the depths.  Beneath the dark waters, all manner of things tear at us. Slowly the Master draws us in and the drawing takes us places we do not want to go and we fear we will not withstand the strain, but His way is good, His way is purposed.  Just when we think we can bear no more we are lifted from the darkness and into the light of full day.  And it is only from this place that we can see the burden we carried, that even tore against us, was, in fact, a harvest – as we let go the catch.
The Master’s hands gather in victory…  And we rejoice.

Then, the Master turns to the task of repairing our tears.  We rest in His lap as He tenderly touches each broken place as he mends, noting the cost of the catch. Each mending makes us stronger.  And He gathers us into His arms and we are held, hugged in the moment by the Almighty, before we are cast high, once again…

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