Beauty Of Not Giving Up

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Father, who is in the songs of my heart so vivid,

I am resting today in the Visions that are about me. 

I seem to have this picture today

that appears like a mirror

reflecting not my face

but the backs of two walking a road.

A journey which lies before them. 

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Between them they hold a Basket.

It holds Gifts

Prepared for a Tour

Depicting something bigger then they. 

The Son is Shining

as the trees reveal

the Breeze of a Spirit

so Tenderly Blowing. 

The Path is very Clear,

Framed and well Manicured;

souls of dearly Loved

who know the Purpose they are upon. 

They were Awakened

the a.m. of a Dawning

and knew without speaking

that this was the Day. 

The Look of One so Pure Called,

and the Sound of His Look

now Continues them from straying off the Path. 

Beyond the trees are Mysteries

and Scenes they will share together

as Union of Directions

has taken their hearts.  

New Names

they have been Given

for they have become children

again. 

Wondering playfully

as a Love has Carpeted their journey

with Rose Buds and Tulips

they will pick

and bring with them. 

Framed like a work of art

is the Beauty of not giving up,

but in a never ending walk,

found traveling

when the day is over.

The Shadow from the Sun

has left Permanent Impressions

and Cool Relief

upon the inhabitants crossed before them. 

The Panorama is Amazing

while Details unfold

as a glimpse comes into focus. 

A bird and her young

have buried into the safety of a Branch

Promising to Support them. 

The hollow of a tree

is holding the winters Provisions

for creatures Designed for the same Path.  

Seeds of like-kind

drop to die

for the bringing of New Life.  

Perfect is the Atmosphere

as it is filled with

the Most Holy

and His Canapé of worship. 

With many, many Amusements

alone the Path,

still remain is the Finale

that bewilders the mind

but Brings Leisure Bliss to the walk. 

Wrapped around the footsteps of travel

is heaven’s on-look

of curious eyes

as Spirits that have Compatible Words

Flutter along the same Direction.   

So much to immerse with each step…! 

Framed like a work of art

is the Beauty of not giving up,

but in a never ending walk,

found traveling

when the day is over.

God's Smile

Poppa God, I seen Your smile this morning

on my way to work and it was so beautiful. 

Your Amazing Face was so huge

as the Shine extended to Cover the sky.  

I couldn’t help but stop and attempt to

capture it’s Beauty. 

I took several pictures

and this is the one I liked the best. 

It seemed to show how it was shooting across the earth.

I love You…!

MY PRAYER YESTERDAY…

Sketch before me
the Portraits and Visions
heaven is Familiar
so my heart of worship
unveils the Mystery of One so Worthy.

Uncover My Caution

Lord, Master, Keeper and Maker of all things

… Entice my heart with curiosity
to long for the Perfect
Unquestionable Absolute. 

Sketch before me
the Portraits and Visions
heaven is Familiar
so my heart of worship
unveils the Mystery of One so Worthy. 

I listen,
I watch,
I seek
as I abide in Your Grasp. 

Show me,
Teach me,
Enlighten as You Notify
of Life to discover. 

Uncover my caution
so that I indulge
in Your Astonishments
as Word Forms before me. 

Cause the books never written
to be Written
within the hearts
of His bride
as honor and applause
is released to the King of all kings. 

Un-tame our tongues
that coward
to things thought unusual
as we convert
to no longer obeying the flesh
so inferior,
but rise to concentrate
on heaven’s Words that Color the earth
with His Glory of Extreme Extraordinary. 

Unlock ears
that have developed strong padlocks
against hearing
Your Word
by the Waking of Your War Cry
as we take up Weapons
of Pure Love. 

Strip away the haze
that forbids eyes to witness
Your Established temple within them
as the New of Your Love
Shakes the false foundations
of love mimicked
to make Known Love that sets Fires. 

One who is coming
has Adorn the earth
with a bride that is devoted
to Affection
of Outrageous Obsession. 

The outburst of zeal
seizes every opportunity
to echo the passion
of such profound yearning. 

It’s a New Day…
I am awestruck and fascinated
by the Life You Give. 

I want to Hear Your Heart Beat. 
I want to see Your Love Flow. 

I want to listen
to Your Revelations
and Learn.

I want to Touch You.  I want to Come Closer.

How Grand Is Your Love For Me

Creator, Maker of Life, how Grand is Your Love for me? 

My heart sings a song today

as I find myself falling deeper and further in love

with a Love that constantly weakens all resistance against it. 

I find my footsteps walking about unknown lands

as I pick from such Fresh Love

Designed for my fingerprint only. 

Arranged in a Position that will entice my heart to follow with the Purpose of Love’s Finishing Result. 

How many Thoughts in a day do You Speak its Divine Power to my heart so that I Embrace Love’s Safety?   

How Often do You Release a Song into the air of my sphere with my name as the Subject of Your Message? 

How Profound do You Shake this Revelation so the Ripples of its Electrifying Thrill travels deep to Penetrate my heart as it Etches Your Mark for my eternal knowledge? 

Unending Life where Love Carry’s me into

All Time

as I experience the Substance of Indescribable Love. 

How often do You Walk about

to Observe my actions

to Assure I am Contained in the Net of Your Kingdom Plan? 

Where do You put my questions in the mind of the God-Head? 

Where do You Store the Answers

to be Given before they enter my knowing. 

When You Named me,

and You Point to me,

how many angels do You Charge over me

to keep my feet from falling on each day I live? 

And when I awake each morning,

before I know the hour,

how much have You Talked of me while I slept? 

Oh Where is the beginning

of the River of Love

that Flows so Bountifully over just my head? 

How far does a Single Love Thought

from You Travel? 

Is it never ending

but just built upon by the next Thought?

After writing these questions last night before I went to bed, this morning I sat at my keyboard to sing my heart to You.  I opened my Bible and there was another heart so thrilled of Your Love.  I began to sing unto You many of the beginning words of David's from Psalms 18. 
Then You Spoke...!
From that Visit with You, I heard You say:
"You're my secret... Hidden in the Wings of My Love!"

Oh Poppa God, You are answering me and it is so Beautiful ...  I LOVE being Your Secret...!  I love hearing Your Answers...!  Hidden in Your Castle where the Light of Your Son Gives me the Warmth of Salvation and Safety.  I love to dance with the Son Beams of Light that Sparkle from the Reflections of Your Beauty.  I love You with as much understanding of True Love I am Given; Pure Love that I am Receiving from Your Love over me.  For I am - the "I Am's" Secret.  I will smile all day from Your Love.  I will sing all day from Hearing Your Voice.  I will hold dear that I am Your Secret, Hidden in the Wings of Your Love. 

Oh Poppa God, thank You for Loving me.  It is GRAND...!

Psalm 18 (MSG)

 ^1-2 I love you, God— you make me strong.
   God is bedrock under my feet,
      the castle in which I live,
      my rescuing knight.
   My God—the high crag
      where I run for dear life,
      hiding behind the boulders,
      safe in the granite hideout.

 ³ I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty,
      and find myself safe and saved.
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 ⁶ A hostile world! I call to God,
      I cry to God to help me.
   From his palace he hears my call;
      my cry brings me right into his presence—
      a private audience!

 ^7-15 Earth wobbles and lurches;
      huge mountains shake like leaves,
   Quake like aspen leaves
      because of his rage.
   His nostrils flare, bellowing smoke;
      his mouth spits fire.
   Tongues of fire dart in and out;
      he lowers the sky.
   He steps down;
      under his feet an abyss opens up.
   He's riding a winged creature,
      swift on wind-wings.
   Now he's wrapped himself
      in a trenchcoat of black-cloud darkness.
   But his cloud-brightness bursts through,
      spraying hailstones and fireballs.
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 ^16-19 But me he caught—reached all the way
      from sky to sea; he pulled me out
   Of that ocean of hate, that enemy chaos,
      the void in which I was drowning.
   They hit me when I was down,
      but God stuck by me.
   He stood me up on a wide-open field;
      I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!

 ^20-24 God made my life complete
      when I placed all the pieces before him.
   When I got my act together,
      he gave me a fresh start.
   Now I'm alert to God's ways;
      I don't take God for granted.
   Every day I review the ways he works;
      I try not to miss a trick.
   I feel put back together,
      and I'm watching my step.
   God rewrote the text of my life
      when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.

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 ^31-42 Is there any god like God?
      Are we not at bedrock?
   Is not this the God who armed me,
      then aimed me in the right direction?
   Now I run like a deer;
      I'm king of the mountain.
   He shows me how to fight;
      I can bend a bronze bow!
   You protect me with salvation-armor;
      you hold me up with a firm hand,
      caress me with your gentle ways.
   You cleared the ground under me
      so my footing was firm. ---

Broken Under His Love

I am so broken this morning as I wonder around in such Pure Love of my Poppa’s.  Not discouraged to give up but in an overwhelmed knowledge of no-knowledge ..:0)   I realize I am learning this Pure Love by the Drops of His Understanding upon my weak heart, trying to remain standing while it Pierces my every thought.  For how can a child understand the details of building a house that will stand all the winds and storms of life to come except as time allows - the child is taken into these detailed steps - one nail by nail until the completion of a house.  As builders of a dwelling from childhood, we try to accomplish something we have no sense in knowing our ignorance, but we build and build and build.  Too often upon broken or rotten wood that will not hold but a moment… but we build.  For we must survive.  Love has been in abundance in our life and yet when truly shaken and opportunity to Love Purely as I Corinthians 13 speaks, we are clueless to produce.  I have seen a Love that has Taken my heart as a Fire Set and it cannot be calmed.  I am so Ravished by its Abundance that it causes me to fall on my face and weep.  How can it be?  How can it be…!!!!  I see my ‘love’ and find my knees trembling as it dissolves as black smoke so easily vanishing with even the look of a disapproval from whom I give it.  I weep as I take another look at True Love that picks me up from my failures.   I feel like I have slipped into a Romance unheard of, unknown, unpredictable as it Carries such emotions and purposes for its Love Given.  I am Safe and yet I am so broken.  No match for its Eyes of Passion.  I know I am about to be Consumed and yet it is exactly what I keep seeking.  I realize that God is Throwing my husband and I both into the most uncomfortable position we could have ever realized to understand that what we have called love is mere flesh.  What He wants for us is Love that is Heavenly and Eternal.  I can’t help but want to get into this Fire with both feet and yet I’m Burning up and exhausted.  Last night was a powerful  night for us.  Everything around us is breaking so that the Real Son can Shine.  I’m scared and yet never been more excited.  I’m in so much flesh pain and yet I have never known such Love in Abundance.  I want to escape Him but yet I cry He never lets me…!!!!!   Oh God, I cry….. take it AWAY….!!!!  And with every breath He Lays the Sweetness of His Want to be with me.  His Passion over me that Drives Him to View all my dreams as Ours.  I am so lost.  I am so Loved that it hurts to not return it.  It is so hard to look upon Pure and stand.  I wonder…. Oh God…I wonder… as I am Drawn to This Throne, how can I stand in the Wind of such Force.  Jesus, Lover of my soul…. All Consuming Fire…. BURN from inside out the world that has taken me captive.  Send This Romance into all the corner of my existence.  Teach me with the Spirit that Lives and Moves me.  Fix my attention to the Fierce Fire of His Passion.

How Can We Know How Extreme Your Love Is

Father, how can we know

how Extreme Your Love is until we see how frail ours is? 

Can I know by simply being told?  How can I know what You have gone through to Redeem me unless I realize what I have been Redeemed from? 

And yet to look upon my sins and failures

is heart splitting moments where all that is within me

wants to run to the island of paradise somewhere in my fantasy,

with its soul’s contentment where all things serve me. 

Can I stand under this pressure?  Can I remain in this degree of Fire?  Have I got what it takes to hear such Love from the Mountain of Your Holiness and live? 

Is my weak heart going to take such Abundance without fainting?  

 I am miserable, ultimately miserable when I look upon this Love so Pure that Continues to never die, all the while my flesh becomes the rotten image of what is inside. 

I have huge scares and remnants of broken lies that become screams of attention.  They pierce my ears as I search to quiet the fears they produced for so long. 

I lie in sickness of soul as the Reality of Pure Love Waits upon me to Come and find a Place it has for me. 

Must I travel this road? 

Must I Open my eyes to see the nails I hammer? 

Oh God, within my body runs the Blood of Your Son

and I join the Union of this Triune

as death of my flesh takes in the Extreme of Your Love. 

I cry out for More as I wither in pain of dying to self gratifications. 

For how can I ever really know how Extreme Your Love is unless I realize how frail I am?

Scene From Your Heart Around The Throne

Father, You have Formed within us

a Need

and it has such Depth that it stretches beyond our reasoning,

as we covet to hear and touch into this Call. 

Strong and Powerful to Draw me

to the end of time,

a Throne of Holiness

that I cannot handle and yet You Call me to its Hospitality. 

Your Design is everywhere I look;

everywhere inward,

outward

and throughout each flash of seconds I breathe. 

Meticulously Covering every life upon earth

and those before and after. 

The heavens sing

and declare what is Known

as Your Schedule Unfolds in Holy Precision. 

I hear the amazing Sounds

as the angels make their reverent voices ring

as it carry’s such respectful worship;

blended with the worshippers on earth

to cause the whole universe

to sing Your Glory in a colorful display of Magnificence. 

Holy, oh Lord God,

Holy and without the match of any other,

is the Wonders of who You are. 

I see the skies appear like Colorful Dots

unseen before

as the Fullness of Your Exquisite Charm

Fills my spirit,

and as it Spreads to all the spaces of existence

I am caught in such an awe of marvel. 

Somehow I begin to float as if weightless. 

What was holding me down has no substance

and I just want to explore

and catch the Surprises of a Holy God

in all the Astonishments of His Work.

The Paint of Holiness

is the Sensation of Your Spirit Moving in,

Moving about,

Moving as I allow my heart to be changed

by the Unmatched God

of Brilliant Occupation for You are the Holy I Am.

I run and consume the essence of this Place,

Unified with the worship of one and all. 

Take me up,

Take me to the Secret Place

of the Most High God. 

I weep as I know only to bow

with my song of praise

for You are Most Beautiful. 

Holy is Your Name

and the Completeness of Truth. 

Holy is the Ultimate Love

that Forms a Scene from Your Heart

around the Throne You Sit upon. 

Causing the Lightening of Wonder

Strike its Power Outward

as it Transfers out into the Vast Space

it Fills You Created. 

Holy is the Traits of Your Acts

as it Performs without void

of its Goal Set by You,

the I Am,

into my being. 

Holy Wonders

as You Happen in my life

today and forever. 

Holy and Sure in me, You are…!  Amen.

Psalm 87:1 (MSG)

He founded Zion on the Holy Mountain— and oh, how God loves his home! Loves it far better than all the homes of Jacob put together! God's hometown—oh! everyone there is talking about you!

I Corinthians 6:19-20… (NIV)

Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price.