A footprint is not a lasting mark in sand, dirt or even along a well traveled path. Yet when open doors are entered, based on the invitation of God Himself, the lasting imprint never goes away. I often come up into the Throne Room of Heaven to meet with God and never have I left without a lasting impact upon my heart.

Every invitation makes a mark.

 I recall the voice that summoned the Apostle John from places that contradict all reasonable comforts. From the Isle of Patmos, he says, “I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s Day and I heard a loud voice, as of a trumpet saying, I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last… Then I turned to see the voice that spoke with me. And having turned I saw… (Rev 1:10-12).

That’s all it takes for me. I sense my heart completely captured by the sound. A voice; His signature sound, speaking in the proximity of my ears, always causes me to turn. I am distracted from the clutter, pulled into what I hear from Heaven and supernaturally taken by what I had already given my life to. His love has set my gaze, so I will always turn toward this voice. Like David’s surrender; it exposes my weakness as well. He says, “When You said seek My face, my heart said to You – Your face Lord, will I seek.” (Ps 27:8)

Let the heart speak at God’s invitation!

You see, it was my heart that took the step into the Throne Room and because it did, my ears have remained attentive and enticed by the sound of Heaven’s voice. Your voice oh Lord, has made its footprint upon my heart and no storm or wind or earthly thing can wash the print away.

One Response to “Heartprint”

  • Leanne Dorn:

    Good Morning! I tend to get on my computer once a day and check on e-mail and weather, but go to revivalhut about once a week. I read the new messages I had missed, and that’s it, I missed them in a timely manner. I need to have one message to assimilate at a time. I am going to put revivalhut.com as my homepage and not miss the timely word. It opens my heart to open the bible and hear His signature sound. blessings, Leanne

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