Too Much Time Between Miracles

The uncomfortable moments 

where it has been too much time 

between the now and then 

of my last miracle with You.  

For the freshness of miracles 

carry the heart with Life, 

to see 

where blindness was holding back 

what was being painted 

in full display. 

Oh how the desires can get twisted 

in stumbles of nonsense. 

How the worth of moments 

are distractions instead of unsaleable, 

unmerited Love 

accumulating for the down-pour 

of Heaven’s Song.  

The miracle of a heard Sound! 

The miracle of the Voice 

that will sing for a thousand generations! 

The release of what was created 

within me 

to experience 

what cannot be explained. 

For one breath to be taken 

into highest praises 

where connections are made 

between moves; 

where words are now emotions 

of Love’s explosions. 

Find me in silence, 

standing in the frozen capture 

of fixing the heart 

upon this visual moment. 

Silencing the distractions, 

as the entrance of consuming Fire 

enters to fill me 

from head to toe. 

Miracles are when I see 

a glimpse of my King. 

When the ‘we look alike’ 

communicates the giggle 

around my path. 

Each breath 

a heavy weight 

like pure gold, 

causing time to stand still, 

for my heart cannot let go 

of the moment. 

Holding hard 

to drink graciously 

from each piece 

of Love’s portion 

during the spark of this 

one breath taken in, 

He is bringing in His Story 

for me to read 

and dance away 

each inhaled heartbeat. 

The miracle of His Voice!  

A miracle… 

I marvel in a breath taken 

with thoughts so strong, 

a miracle of what He creates 

becomes eternal records. 

Heaven comes to earth 

in my soul.  

A miracle!

Worst Thing I Can Think Of

Papa God, the worst thing 

I can think of 

is losing hold of Jesus 

and what He is all about. 

Oh please Papa, keep me in His Path. 

Keep me sweet Holy Spirit where my family and I can go through life 

and come into the next 

with Jesus by our side 

as we have surrendered to the Way, the only Way.  

Our children have so many choices in these days. 

Choices of religious wondering 

and it all feels like chaos is happening. 

Are we equipped to make this journey? 

Are we secure enough 

to bounce around in Your Kingdom 

while these attached come to grade us, 

challenge us, 

competing for our minds. 

Oh please Papa, send the angel armies 

that war for the soul of my children 

and their children… 

and as far as this earth 

takes my generation of life giving through my blood. 

Take Michael’s children 

and carry on the greatest victories 

of finding the wholeness of Jesus within, 

only Jesus within 

making our Path straight. 

My tears speak 

what my thoughts 

cannot put together. 

My tears carry my heart 

with purpose 

I cannot be strong enough for. 

But, You can!  

Your blood was enough 

to take me from fear to favor… 

to weakness to righteousness … 

to experiencing 

what may look like destruction 

but You make power 

to move the enemy 

out of our camp. 

Lay my life gifts 

in heavenly places. 

Lay my treasures 

where the lock has put them 

far into the Heaven’s 

awaiting the surprise it will give me. 

I lay down my life here and now. 

You take and make 

as I listen and obey. 

I rejoice as I learn 

to trust in You… 

not my own saving!  

In Jesus, His beautiful Name, 

I sing from a marveled heart

 of what all even this past week 

has given to me. 

Thank You Jesus (Your Place) is my place.

Victory Is Hardly A Thought

From within comes oceans of desire! Desires to worship and honor! Like looking at the Grand Canyon and the body goes into an insistence of emotions, feelings, expressions; knowing this is so gigantic within. Here I stand (as I did in 1995 looking over this valley) in awe of desire insisting I feel, as I watch within worship and honor.

This place where my heart has a connection to visually see from its wonders; I am overwhelmed with praise. My desires are stirred and the dance begins. The sway of my whole being has life and is speaking by its movements. I am filled with what His Spirit wishes, connection of heart. I experience Life so abundant, I am totally surrendered with hopes of forever being here. 

Victory is hardly thought of because being here feels so natural and all fight is gone to decide for or against. I am with I Am!  The softness of His Voice has now penetrated my hard walls and I experience His Voice as well as hear. It is like being lost would be impossible due to everywhere I am, I am saturated in His over-coming Presence. There is no right or left turns… only being! So I go out further…

What does going out further mean? I step into unknowns. I listen with the abandoned joy of following rather than leading. I find the vein He is establishing and my position is now set. The earth is the creation He created and my eyes begin to wander about in His joy. 

How He pondered the making of this ground with such Wisdom, and then extends Wisdom to walk within me. I raise my eyes to see the expansion of astronomical substance I’ve called space; He calls Glory to fill it. 

Talking, with purpose as set! Showing more than I can see and yet with Wisdom showing me much. Giving me all I dare to take in. I have a seat within this universe founded and launched, determined and verified, by what then was set within me… the I Am!

Poured out on the earth, from the beginning, air I will breath. Life I will find as His plan continues eternally. And what has been placed within me will endure, linger to maintain love. The foundation of existence! 

For all thoughts are planted from love. As in the Garden, love is the beginning, the first and last, the vein God established. Love moves us from one step to another with sincere resolution to keep all that are His. Love is a promise. 

Love is not something we created but that was created within us for His pledge to keep. Love is lived out by the Presence of God acknowledged. The beauty of when Adam and Eve hid was they knew and acknowledge God was there. They continued to live in knowledge. Evil only has say if one forgets God is here. 

Choices are the freedom to find Love. Love is beautiful in its created way, His. I live inside Love. A jealous God who gives Love in the abundance of extreme, and yet such great Love holds firm, rigid, unyielding to its constricted creation of only One Way. 

Every move I make 

is designed to remain 

in Love’s final direction

 of 

One in HEART with Him.

I respond to Love by experiencing Love. His!

Kiss Decisions

A kiss; a purposed act of acceptance. Kiss; a dance of the heart to offer a look at the emotions going on inside. A kiss pondered with the weightiness of decision making, an open affection and statement of connecting one soul to another.

But what goes on before the kiss is really the wonders of truth about to manifest. Why am I kissing another? What is the return I want? Why did I receive a kiss? We make heavy decisions with enormous consequences before this act that forms a pose.  Do I really want to know?

Love, I believe, is always a part; but love serves a master. My question would be which master is being served? Which am I being a slave to? Matthew 6:24 speaks of either loving or hating a master (God - not my will / wealth - my will). A bridge to stand on and ponder. Which master do I serve?

The father in the prodigal son's return (Luke 15:20) kissed his son earnestly. So much joy of a returned soul, his son. The dance of this kiss must have been the beauty of tremendous years in waiting, hoping, praying. Loving before the arrival of his son. Inward passion that dwells within and yet throws the results to God (not my will). Love so big the father did not need the son there to love him... only to show love with a kiss when he came home.  The son... surprised. Why? Maybe because the son loved the father but he was serving wealth (his own will).  The son returned serving wealth ( his own will) - maybe my father will hire me. The story plays out showing which master each soul serves. 

How about Judas? Did he love Jesus? He too gave a kiss. An emotional expression posed as so many previous heart behaviors warred in him. I believe he loved Jesus with an awe-struck heart. Watching and believing big things will happen from this. Judas was chosen and he followed with the same strong passion, like the other eleven still struggling with their sins. Asking questions when he didn't understand. Wanting favors from Jesus. Hoping for his upside-down world to turn more to right-side-up.  I even ponder the thought that Judas loved Jesus when he went to betray his friend Jesus; but the pre-dance of emotions and decision was made from his serving wealth (his own will), just like the prodigal son did (maybe my dad will hire me). So the kiss... well, the kiss was love used. This is why it surprised Jesus.

To be loved and betrayed. This is why it hurts so bad to be loved and experience betrayal. Love should be safe and give only signs of soul connection, not soul separation.  Judas loved Jesus but sold out to gain rather than give.  Sign of trying to serve two masters, and it failed. Non-the-less, a kiss was chosen to be placed on the soul of another. Placed on Jesus as a sign of love, but the master was self serving.  A long track of wanting to be with Jesus as a way to wealth. Understanding a decision must be made but making the wrong one. 

What is actually happening when I get a kiss? What is behind the kiss I give? As love accompanies this act, which master is being served? 

Walking Is The BULLY

Sinking into You, Poppa. My blind eyes begin to see, my rags become riches. I rattle around searching to pull up each and every sound that your Voice rings. Oh how the waves of its beauty takes my cares away. How Your Voice walks about and I hear with yearning to meet its revelation to my soul. The wonders of this river, leave behind worry and struggles; as I become so involved in this fresh journey.

Excitement knocks and I accept the mysterious new emotion of unknown, showing the peace to storms. Leaving this world behind, instantly causes me to enter timeless Holy. Listening to the background as praise lifts me higher. Listening to the atmosphere about me, gives substance of Presence.  

Walking is much different here. 

Walking only indicates growth. 

Walking is the bully 

that stands up against the enemy; 

as confidence pushes through 

to be engulfed in faithfulness.  

Wisdom no longer shouts but whispers, and I run to watch power put on its show. I laugh with pleasure of kindness. I dance with uncontrolled abundance. I’ve step into Holy and I’m swallowed with consuming love.  Weights fall and Heaven’s glory saturates.  I’ve met revelation to my soul.

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!