This one comes from a place of poverty, a place I am learning to love and cheerfully pursue. This kind of poverty is real and raw and one of the things it has surely taken from me is SELF. Self-entitlement, self-preference, self-glory and a lot more shoots that bud on self. The result; an emptiness inside that cries out ‘fill me’. This take away is a pain that heals and a denial that empowers. This, contradiction of life; poverty of the spirit.
A poor spirit acknowledges the sovereignty of God and in light of this breaks into a state of dependency and utter need of Him. A poor spirit lives conscious that there is an owner of life and He is the one in charge, not them. A poor spirit has nothing to lose but everything to gain in God. A poor spirit is not constrained by fear but compelled by love to follow the one who is at the helm of things-God.
This poverty makes rich. It unlocks the heavens above me and activates a torrential flooding of my spirit, mind and body with the ultimate blessing, God himself. He becomes the bread to feed on, the living water to quench my internal thirst, the object of affection to feed my eyes on. This poverty makes the heart tender, it rips it off things then fills it up in an overflow. It’s birthed a cry within me that says, “whatever you are doing inside of me, it feels like chaos but somehow there’s peace. It’s hard to surrender to what I can’t see but I’m giving in to something heavenly,” (Sanctus Real)