Choice is the Painting of Light

    Papa, I woke this morning in the Smile of a Sincere Love. How solid and powerful this substance packs about me. Causing even the mind to know a different and fresh awakening has awaited me.
    The whispers of time now hold targeted thoughts, and swirls about like a dance; marking the rapture of my heart marching about in His kingdom. Celebrated activity in Heaven always accompanies those in His Kingdom.
     The hold to this Sincere Love causes the storm of flesh wars. Breaking loose and with the appearance of damage; but, that is because Fresh now rules, and old is passing away.

     Fix your eyes forward, pathways give clear vision. The mountain view gives the abundance of where you have been, while celebration has freedom to stay in it's party. 

     Moving from glory to glory, conversations as One shares life together. The blend creates as Jesus said, "I do nothing (John 8:28) of myself; but as my Father has taught me, I speak these things... (29) And He that sent me is with me, the Father has not left me alone; for I always do those things that please Him."
     The Choice is the 'Song unto the Heavens'; the worship of great substance in the ears of Creation. The Choice is the painting of Light making it's Sounds, as vibration of beauty ripples throughout the Heavens. Each Choice of human has the power to break walls created since the fall of Lucifer. Choice is to know the Creator, which is Lucifer's purpose to twist.
     Choice (to follow rather than be god) was designed in the garden. Choice (to fix one's eyes upon the Father" is to walk in the Smile of Sincere Love.

Keep climbing and See!!!

(Picture compliments of Pam Wykoff)

Glorious Kingdom

The future of my heart, I offer as a trust position. To walk as a believer of so much more than I can imagine or understand. Receiving as goodness swallows me in a state of unknowing. Singing and then stopping to ponder the Song that is escaping my lips. For I stand silent as my heart searches to find what is given in such abundance. 

Standing on trust and faith that has been scattered so freely, to gather for Your Love exposed and shared. For on goes the waves of Your Song, penetrating deeper and deeper as victory remains the forever substance I experience in Your kingdom. Light shining as it curls my smile from the frown of despair to the joy of seeing. Opening the hidden secrets buried beneath flesh so that the stone I placed can be rolled away. 

As the foundation laid by Jesus Christ, I build all that I am upon His call to show me His/my Father. My future, my heart, is the gift I give. 

I stumble but I don't fall. The goodness of the kingdom of Jesus, shows the One true door. Despair screams, but even a silent look from my Father crushes despair to a vapor. 

Within the walls of my life span, my Father will complete the work designed to show me a glorious kingdom. He holds back nothing that releases love. He reached into the extreme past with thoughts of my present. I walk about in this moment while knowing it was designed far before I arrived. I am reacting to generous portions of His love declaring, "Peace, be still!" I wrestle only with the crime of not seeing. 

He is faithful and continues to open each of my days with light to ponder His goodness. See His purity as my own options for the richer dance on earth. Escaping into joy set before me.  I enter. Yes, enter into this unknown. 

How is the mind to be renewed if standing only outside? How could the beauty of such light show His secret place to me if I refuse to take the step? Somehow, oh somehow, the door is found by such simplicity. The Way that seemed so foreign, is set before me as a path brightly lit with all the treasures my soul begs for. Satisfying in portions of extreme. 

The Word is breathing within me, no longer just letters compounded together to form sticks and stones. Now moving and alive, even the corners of my darkest questions take form as beautiful communications for me to grow, acquainting myself with who I am and His mighty love. Mystified by taking captive all my thoughts, what a meeting to be involved in! What a gathering of angels and saints. What a gift to my own day; to record and return for greater and deeper showers of divine. 

In blows the Fire upon my soul and I watch as I do not burn. In comes the Fire as the fourth person of Jesus stands beside me to welcome me beyond earth's gravity. Showing me how time stops the mouth of one who goes about roaring like a lion but has no teeth. Purity releases, and the war changes; as armies against become armies for the kingdom. Binding nations now and to come, to pure love. 

The drink of such refreshing waters carry the weary far into celebrating. Slipping over for the kingdom's sake, which catches the enemy unaware. For the enemy of your soul has no understanding of the kingdom. He is left without ability to comprehend the kingdom working. Kingdom come leaves the enemy powerless, outside the gates, terrified and without strongholds of confusing minds. Taking captive of every thought has the work and power that even the gates of hell cannot prevail against. 

For the kingdom is reserved only for His own. Savoring and returning, you will come and go, as workers are few and mighty is the harvest to be gathered. Healing is carried through the washing of His Word, Jesus Christ. Alive, not dead word, heals the wound of disbelief. Alive from the grave, Spirit takes simple and paints the Blood over and within the righteous of Christ. Born again from death to life. Keys to the kingdom given for our entrance to come and go. Come refresh, go to harvest the lost. Come for His kingdom is holding answers for eternal now.

Matthew 16:

17) And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona; for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven. 18) And I say also unto thee. That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. 19) And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven; and whatsoever thou shall bind on earth shall be bound in heaven; and whatsoever thou shall loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.

Taking captive every thought IS THE KEY to the kingdom. The gates of hell cannot prevail against the heart that connects to His Word, His life and death as purpose for being.

Revelation 21:

22) And I saw no temple therein; for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. 23) And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it; for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. 24) And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it; and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it. 25) And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day; for there shall be no night there. 26) And they shall bring the glory and honour of the nations into it. 27) And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defiles, neither whatsoever works abomination, or makes a lie; but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life.

Entering His Presence is the temple of the most High God within us. We bring Him glory as we declare His works. Never are the gates closed (His Presence).  We (those written in the Lamb's book of life) only have to lay down our own thoughts that defile, work abomination, or make a lie. Take captive every thought! A glorious kingdom is God's Light through His Son, Jesus; Love within us!  Heaven on earth!

Left To Fend In The Dark

My heart crashed with the thought I have been set aside by someone. I am too much to invest in any longer. There is no more medicine from them to me. As I pondered the finale feel to a 'I give up' I felt crushing going on in my soul. Like a dad saying he no longer wanted to be your dad... something to that effect. Difficulty was just too much to carry. I could not stop crying so I took a shower for a place to just release some pain. I came back and began to write.

It is the difficult that always seems to be the best for us. I suppose I'm reaching over into the cardinal or that place that is not looking for my best all around, just my minute to minute pleasures. Would I need a Father if I could do this all on my own? Would I take out the trash in my life if I were left to be the judge, jury and complete say for my verdict? My anger rises and says... did I ask to be here? And then I'm taken to look at such a compassionate God who said He was going to redeem me before I knew I needed redeemed.

Help me Poppa, help me understand I cannot redeem the world, nor even myself. If I can get this work, it surely will help me not expect it from anyone else concerning my own life. If I am left to fend in the dark by someone because my value has dropped below my worth the trouble... I am falling under unless I have some One grab my heart before I hit the ground. I listen to reason, but whose reason is the loudest... my own that might surrender to the value set by someone's weariness. 

Oh how I despise my own lack of being strong and able. How I despise my flesh that renders good and bad together as an answer. I am fully aware that life is only from my Creator. You only give life and You even give life more abundantly than expected; yet my actions curl up in a defeated position as if what I know has no say.  I only know to stay reaching, stay in the Kingdom and trust Yours is the glory forever... not mine.  You make the darkness tremble which means I too release the same if I stay in Your Kingdom. 

Looking at life with new affection. Looking at the floor as new height, seeing it as a surrendered definition unknown, takes the crush of a paralyzed word into a stairway filled with opportunity to see fresh with each step upward. 

I offer my pain to the True pain giver, the One who uses my dysfunction to bring me to live in the suffering for Christ's sake.

Mourning the process of acknowledgements. Mourning and grieving the city, Jesus pushed through to not give up. To know that although He sees the city in a wreck, it is more than just this one city He mourns. Not taking the discouragement to a place that it is over. Nothing is over until the Father places the fullness of His love as completed and fulfilled. I walk in His righteousness, not my own. I walk in His strength to continue, not my own. I walk in His revelations, not my own. I walk according to His path, not my own. 

When I fall, I get back up and look for the path again. I watch for His hands to be outstretched as He refuses to give up on me or any of His children. I declare He is the right way. The hand I see pulling away from me is not my Father's. It is the deception of fear. It is the deception that I am being thrown out as orphaned. I am purchased and owned in love's grip. I have kindness stored in unmerited and unimaginable supply. I have been given an insight into a song being written, a story being told, a love that cannot run out. 

I have yet to experience the greatest height built to seat me in heavenly places. I am so close in His love, I might think I'm alone if not understanding the beauty and freedom of abundance. The enemy wants to keep a noose about my neck but the Father lets the heart roam and find. Explore and give back. Sound out noises and let it be gathered to be footsteps of angel armies. Calling and rushing to win much. 

Believing has the might to break eardrums of the flesh, but cause the sounds of heaven roar in praise. Believing has the capacity to paint on the edge of a stretched atmosphere and further the  roaming heart. Sealing the song about generations of believers. Original sounds happen from believing, which thunders otherwise chaos. Word comes alive and forms a revelation. The mind is renewed as hunger stirs the heavens storehouse of recipes. Final touches are made as believing stays focused and not weary. 

The continued invitation rattles the impatience into holding beauty with care... like the watch of a float rather than a fall. The beauty one can behold as time no longer becomes the focus.... just seeing Holy. Just beholding His beauty. Just the satisfaction of being instead of hoarding a mess nest. 

Holding the moment. We  cry, we sing, we dance, we climb, we move, we eat. We are, instead of we want to be...!!!  Dark is only believing while in the ground, before the bloom.

Marvel - What Is This?

What is 'to marvel'? I read the bible and the greatness of such pictures take me to see huge from small. A five verse story can explode into a movie within my head.  Carrying the impact of even more to come. I realize it's too much and so I become content to eat slow, but by all means, continue to eat. The wrestling with my thoughts can be a fun adventure or a nightmare, but always a challenge.  This walk with a live Story Book can crumble and build. It can sing and scream. It plays its role throughout my existence as I become a part of each story. I am His created being. He is my light. I marvel because I am the clay. I feel as though I am constantly being rebuilt and reused. Taking me from glory to glory, I find the covering of a mastermind. A whole love that can recycle rags to riches, as many times as I need to be formed.

Where does the energy come from that stays my heart? Where is the process of paths created before me, so I wander not off into un-returnable gravity. How is it I whistle during the wars of heavenly chaos as He pulls me to His love?  Is there yet more, my heart marvels? Has the extravagance of one scene stopped to give its all, or am I forever invited to experience eternal new song of emotions and creativity. Experiencing each now as far more than, and yet, adding to this glorious existence.

To marvel is the open heart. The rights to passion is extended to explore and be elevated. The healing to be made whole has entered into the breath taken. Explanations are created from experiencing His love. Love at first sight melts the weary walk every time. From confusion to included. From breaking to mending, as who I am shapes more clearly. The clay ready as if  steps are but the beauty of such an altar scene that settles all wars. Surrender simply creates the abundance of many houses, many dwellings to experience extravagant love.  He would not of promised if it were not so.

Come, Heaven to earth! Come as I marvel!