God’s hidden people are those He has placed in those parts of The Body that are less usually seen.
They are the most sensitive and delicate parts of us and they
are those parts that are covered the most. These parts are seemingly “out of the picture” in regards to the eyes of men.
Unseen, continually hidden and often unnoticed, as if they were on the back row. But to such as these,
He gives them His foremost attention.
He is moreover, sensitive to those parts that are unseen. He gives them His own protective covering and concern and does not embarrass them by exposure. He does not lay them bare. You see there is
no shame with Him, but rather a deep respect and love.
Though often unseen by man, these parts are the reproductive parts of the body, the parts that bring forth life and light out into the open.
Often through their
function he also removes externally the waste. They form a watershed, a crossroads, a meeting place between God and man.
They are not just assigned to the back benches, but they are also those that are “in the wings” not sidelined
but they are those God uses to furl inward with their wing tips and to cover and to embrace the whole.
They are those as termed in football, “the wingers”, almost as it were “out of play”, for they position themselves
so close to the sidelines. They however are the ones that deliver the ball to the places where victory can be achieved.
As I later write I see an ordinary shop front, a newsagent, selling many different things. To the side and attached
to the shop, I see some steps down, leading to a basement, below the shop.
Inside is dark, in shadow, another place of God’s hidden Grace. A man goes down the steps and enters. He is there a short while and as he emerges and climbs
the steps up to ground level and enters the thoroughfare of the street.
He has a bunch of white flowers in his arms. Carrying them carefully so as not to bruise and to protect from any buffeting wind.
They look like
lilies, white lilies, long stemmed and graceful, their stalks and head, bowing and flexing out like the necks of a swans. They are taken to a home. The stems are already cut and are placed in a clear glass crystal vase, splaying out in splendor as a centre
piece of freshness and fragrance.
Not all the buds are open yet, but they will be, they will open out in youthfulness, majesty and modesty, for the flowers have been cut for such a time as this. And chosen to adorn the houses of man and
heaven since before all eternity. Not just a single flower, but a bouquet of them.
“Fear not little one, you are not forgotten, nor what was or has happened to you been unforeseen or uncontrolled.
Time is like light it is allowed to splay and open up the corners of the shadows at the very moment I have chosen it to, for I decided before the sight of man could even comprehend, when it was that it, you would be released.
I have timed you to come to my landing place at the speed and to the pace that has long been in My Sight.
I have not come to harm or punish you, but rather to release you from
the seeming confines you have endured, not in haste, but in plan and concerted effort on many acting on my behalf.
Many have no clue of the beauty you bear, the fragrance locked deep in your stalks, but from
time to time as the wind may breeze, they have sensed you as I waft the fragrance of you past their faces.
Though unseen you have never been unknown, for you are known by Me and have been purposed to serve
the son of men since before the very earth from which you grew.
Heavens planting ground has been the bough for your head and the rest for your grace. But now is the coming time to display to all, to more the
beauty that is envisioned long ago in your call, now is the time to arise that all men may admire the gracious admiration you have given Me.
And just as you placed yourself before Me through many a season
and many a drought now I place this one before you and to this have I and will give my all.”
Today He writes
“Your buds are opening now … now is MY time and MY time
is YOUR time.”
By David Hood