Watch My Tears Form

My heart has been expanded, Lord. 

My heart has gained another’s words, 

from the sweet Presence 

of Your life within them. 

Oh, work these life-given thoughts 

into tangible places 

so they live forever. 

Show up in my soul 

time and time again 

for a walk of plenty 

for myself and others. 

The gift 

of finding such powerful 

life events in friendships 

and sisterhood, 

stack up to be heart expansions. 

Today has love doubled over 

and pushing for spaces 

to fill with its goodness. 

Allow, oh Holy Spirit, 

my world to be inviting. 

See me seeking. 

Find me believing 

and trusting for more. 

Watch my tears form 

and read them 

as a heart after God’s way, 

not my own. 

The surrender of misunderstanding, 

heartaches, confusion, 

bleeding wounds that scream 

of pain; 

I give permission 

to heal 

from a safe place of praise. 

Where Your arms are mighty 

and carry far more remedies 

than could ever hold us back.  

Praise... 

the escape of healing 

for past, present, and future.  

By His Blood, the Lamb 

and the words of my testimony. 

By the wonders 

of being around His Throne 

of Grace and Mercy. 

By the goodness 

of His disciplined life 

within me. 

Breathing slowly 

and with intentions; 

saving each second 

as memories 

of being with God almighty. 

Standing on this Rock, 

solid. 

Building upon this Rock, 

solid. 

Singing only from this Rock, 

solid. 

My soul rises 

to meet the dance 

of cloudless Son-Shine. 

My eyes closed 

and yet sight becomes clearer 

then seeing this world only; 

now, I see beyond, 

and into Love’s fabric 

clothing the naked and wounded. 

The four walls 

that tried to trick me 

into believing it was safety, 

fall. 

I now find freedom 

and excitedly float 

with its Wind 

that tosses me about 

in free-style abundance. 

I am saved and healed 

by His Mind...

renewed to the touching 

of His Father’s connection, 

rather than accepting 

the prince of this world’s 

treasures offered.

I follow His steps. 

I follow His trusting 

through the pain. 

I follow the joy.

I follow His Words. 

I follow Him!

His Name is Jesus.

Always Wanting Something

Good morning Lord!

My heart comes wanting again. I’m so grateful You understand I live in such a tendency to always be asking for something. Usually, I want for greater comfort in some form or other. But, I can slowly calm these loud shouts of me, me, me, when and if I can arouse my heart to seek You instead of me. To resist my rules that law within to burden me rather than lift me. Love rattles my nerves and longings change from me to I am Yours and I listen to such Love; my whole being experiences the highest delight I could of never imagined.

Love, the magic of anticipation of every day I have lived and will live. I wrestle with its opposite, only to realize it’s a silly act of confusion. For Love is actually the air I breathe given to live and have my being in You. Jesus came and remains. His Work and Love stays on all the corners of the earth. His Name (Kingdom) is that phrase within “it’s going to be okay.” A miracle of setting the heart free to kiss Love with my day’s events; pouring, as the sun moves with its designed order, I relax into a substance of Faith. I escape from wanting… to having. I taste satisfaction.

Prayer, this conversation of who I am, who You are this morning, sends a power of “I can do this day now.” Not because I will not slip and fall, but because this conversation will remind me over and over of Your existence within me. As I continue to reach and relive my tendency to always be asking for something, I am reminded... Love is within. I heard it this morning. I met the Voice that died for me so I could be here. A friend to travel with, Jesus gives eternally! I live with this Love. So grateful!

Savior, as me and mine go out into the world today, may You find freedom with us, to be shared as our ultimate companion. Let the connections from our hearts be fruitful for much more than just that moment, and yet, let that moment be huge. As Lily, Dax, Leo, Addie, Skylin, Madison, Michael, Annaly, Brittany, Ryan, and even little Lana, Lord, go about today… guide with patience but with power and force that takes them to the River of Life, not the lake of despair.  Send out angel armies assigned to protect and deliver messages from on High. That the eyes they look into today are eyes You have connected for purpose. Eternity is at stake and being led by Your beautiful Spirit is the never-fail solution. They are children of the Most HIGH GOD! They are today and tomorrow’s voice in this wilderness called earth. They are gifts for the life of Song of Songs. They release Your glory as deep goes deeper. You are the balance that gives surrender to Love rather than passive flesh desires. We want greater Love. How deep and how wide Your amazing Love!!

Crippled

The heaviness of morning can, at times, feel so permanent. It takes a miracle of thought, which You give out so abundantly, to pull into the comfort of trusting and believing all things will work to my good. The struggle has my mind rolling about in false facts I can’t lose. It’s as if there is a conference going on in my heart and the subject is all about judging the day, person, or event. The run to my comfort addictions, mess with the schedules of walking by faith, not by sight. A pack of deployed messages invades with force as I wobble to fight or surrender. My thoughts wander; how can I ever survive this battle. I’m troubled with the keeping of what I have, to the keeping of what I have deemed to be mine. Throwing suggestions out like bombs of war so this invisible trouble maker (lies and/or truth) can see I’m a fighter.  I can feel, with passion, the struggle reaches far past my own abilities and has a Warrior about my business.  Yet, as I watch and experience, I can question the outcome I might visualize happening. I have indeed become even my own enemy full of slack and self-power I hold as weapons.

I sense I am surrounded by my worst enemy now… myself!

In full armor, I know my weaknesses and I bleed with attacks. I cover my wounds with even more poison as infectious thoughts declare my near-death to the enemy of my soul. I find a pool of magical waters where angels come and stir the healing of mind, body, soul. I lay my mat as close as I can get and rest. Resting in the final decisions of self-burdened lost hope, I wait. Moments become hours. Hours become days. I now live in my norm, the rest that takes all of me to its destiny of despair. What I laid down to experience, I now live as the ruin of my misfortune… I believe I am crippled.

A stranger came by. His life impacted my soul to look upon Him. I find fire within that does not give explanation, only curious findings to explore. I am watching as He passes. As I judge Him immediately, this Outsider makes a move toward me. I know I must sorrowfully explain my dilemma again, as I have millions of times to others. I have now developed a familiar line of defeat that seems to give those of hearing a cause to pause before continuing their own self-owned misery.

The transition of conversation begins. I speak my anguish but I am unfamiliar with the work of Words being delivered to me. They do not make sense to my mind that has warred for so long. The tingling that these Words cultivate creates a connection that gives me vivaciousness as it becomes a rule. I dare follow? I have longed for this moment and yet here I lay in my conclusions I am crippled. I cannot, screams my judging heart.

And suddenly I hear… Come On!  Come, pick up your life story and walk with Me. Come on!

I lose fear as this Unknown comes to raise me back into hope. Exuberance is exchanged for my apathy and I am standing before I hardly realize I made the choice to do so. Fire within long ago had been burning; I had just lost the knowledge of it. What I deemed as permanent was a self-crippling message placed to give my finale (whether my day or my life) a blow to keep me down.

But, the Savior came and looked upon me with passion and desire. He took my self-condemned heart I accepted and gives me the very opposite message that I am NOT CRIPPLED.  Then He tells me His Name.  He says He is Jesus and He is the Way, Truth, and Life. His Message will keep me strong and my legs will walk in power by the Word of my testimony. As I travel in the enemy’s camp (lies), I will be victorious and not fall. I can follow Him and live alive within His Kingdom. His Name brings salvation and He knew me before I saw Him. He was there when I was conceived; the design and placing of my life were well considered. I am whole in His Love. I am whole, spotless, blameless, and His greatest desire. Just follow. His Voice will live within me and I will be brave.

Mornings of glory will become days of glory. Days will become years. An eternity of glory will be mine…

Revelation 12:11 And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony (LIFE STORY); and they loved not their lives unto the death.

John 5:1-8 Sometime later, Jesus went up to Jerusalem for one of the Jewish festivals. 2 Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. 3 Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. 5 One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. 6 When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, “Do you want to get well?”

7 “Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.”

8 Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat (LIFE STORY) and walk.” 9 At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.

Melody Flavored With Heaven's Drip

Your love, my Lord, has me passing through time with the Song of Your Words and life. You give this Presence with an eternal dance of thoughts composed of dreams and visions of richness. You cause the hum of my heart to follow its destiny, its sweet sounds of only one, then another, then yet another to make up its melody flavored with Heaven’s Drip. I watch my own life be carried into Arms of Love designed to change me from glory to glory, darkness into Light… the wonders of transforming my mind. This has no beginning or end and yet the likeness of stepping into a galaxy of the display, fully arrayed with the new of sights and emotions. 

Is this First Love? 

Is this forever Love? 

Is this the Place where time is no more?

I unwrap all fear and boldly look upon these Eyes that are fixed upon me. I experience being consumed in Unspeakables. Where language has the second place, and can never keep up. Where Holy, Holy, Holy explodes in its own dance and I connect to its beauty. Found running with the emotions that appear to be completely shut down, and I'm lost into the now; extremely satisfied to stay, only to be waiting for the next ultimate Word of Life mirror my Lord’s Heart.

Passion, is this Passion? 

Revelation, is this Revelation? 

Tears, what are you saying? 

Breathing, what are you working for? 

Caught in wonderful, beauty… glorious play with my Lord, caught in the Message of timeless Love, my questions hold my soul in such a desire of this Song. 

Are You the Lover of my soul? 

Am I being revealed to Heaven’s armies? 

Would this be a hedge that Heaven’s Walls create on earth?

Oh, how my soul loves the movements of desire. How cautious it feels to experience words carefully laying out the heart toward You. How deep these words go to the bottom of my soul.  What an emptying of passion unknown to be there. A Romance that cannot discern if it is coming or going, only to wander about and find enough.

When the surprise of Love sends its choreographed plea, I walk from crippled to miracles of dance. From the waves of stillness to extreme unseen but fully alive movements of answering its call.  To be transformed from earth’s definition of dance to One who formed the Life within. Where the Call has Power to cause exchanges of dead cells to live cells. Where satisfaction comes by accepting the operation of Love. 

The coals of its lasting Fire are placed upon my lips and expression is far more than just the tone escaping from such overflow. Sometimes, just the stop has the weight of such beauty, I can only ah while everything within me forms a smile.

Oh, dance with me, Lover of my soul! 

The Melody flavored with Heaven's Drip!