In the aching to be filled...the longing to know. To be found immersed and woven into something greater and deeper than the perception of my experience. After years of pressing in on what felt like bedrock...to now be pulled under like quick sand...intoxicated by the goodness and revelation of this place...This is the fruit of the Joshua Linger.That deep desire to want more...to experience more of Him even if it's just the AFTERWARD in the atmosphere that's left after His presence has rested. Even the leftovers is enough to keep me on my knees and undone...lingering.
The understudy to a legend. A young man. Aware of his standing...but filled with a longing for more of God's presence. Post-glory...the aftermath of a holy meeting, Moses and his Maker in the tent of the fullness of the Almighty. AFTERWARD. Joshua would linger. Smell the remnants in the air. Taste the leftovers...touch even just the perimeter of His glory...the hem. It was enough. (Exodus 33:11)
Twelve years a slave to the hemorrhaging in her body. She was of low standing. As low as the dirt she groveled in. A woman...and unclean by societal standards. Hope had not shown it's face in her town...no help from any human hand. She was desperate and willing to take a chance. Moved to the beat of her heart...just to get close to Him. She pressed through the crowd...pressed in to where he passed by. She stretched and reached and grabbed a hold of all she could...down in the dirt...the hem of his garment. A few threads she could grasp at...but linger, even if only from a distance, was worth it. Was enough to change EVERYTHING. (Mark 5:25-29)
Pull me under as I linger, God. I know my worth without you is fleeting and I long for more. Your presence overwhelms me. Even if just the errant fibers of your glory. And as I linger and wait in the AFTERWARD...as I press in and breathe in where you are, my lacking morphs to overflowing, and the AFTERWARD becomes my ever present NOW of peace and healing, joy and fullness. You delight in changing it all...you delight in me! (Zephaniah 3:17).
The fruit of the Joshua Linger is always worth it...in the stillness...in the wait. Even in His AFTERWARD...His footprint...His back...His hem holds more than enough to fill me to bubbling over.
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