The massive doors slowly open and cautiously, gingerly I step toward the threshold. Amongst swirls of glittering smoke and darting orbs of light I see Him. He has seen me first, and His eyes envelope me. I stand perfectly still, too captivated to move yet every cell in my body rages with desire to fall face down before Him. The depths of my very soul tighten and convulse as His gaze of fire blazes into my eyes, past my mind, around my heart and like a white hot laser penetrates to the innermost core of who I am.
In less time than it would take me to blink He has located every wound, hurt, scrape and nick ever inflicted on my soul. His face is Love, pure Love. His eyes behold my heart and I feel the pulsating rush of His desire to hold me, to comfort me, to protect me. As He extends His open hand to me a blindingly brilliant smile takes over His lips and He says, "Come My beautiful one, give it all to Me. From the old I make new. From the broken I make whole.
Unafraid I run as fast as my little feet will move with such momentum that I nearly collide with His toes before I can stop. He is more magnificent than I've ever imagined and larger than I can comprehend. The top of my head doesn't even reach the top of His big toe! My eagerness to trust Him delights His heart so that He laughs out loud and it thunders throughout the heavens and I know that my enemies hear it also and they tremble in fear because they know that He is about to overtake and reverse everything they have done to me. With the endless billowing clouds sparkling all around me I lay at God's feet all of my brokenness - the million shattered pieces that reflect the colors of my soul and all that has caused my brokenness... being lied to, rejection, abandonment, being used, ignored, stabbed in the back by words of anger, hatred and cursing... a seemingly endless list of batterings, bruising, ripping, tearing and defilement of my heart and soul.
I lay in a broken heap at God's feet and I wait. I wait as He gently, tenderly picks up each piece of me, of my life, looks into it and somehow sees something salvageable. Then He looks to His right and motions to the enormous shadowy figure sitting there. As the figure rises Light begins to emanate from Him pouring from His very pores, His eyes, His lips... the Light is blinding yet I cannot take my eyes off Him. Heaving with great sobs and gasps I am mesmerized as I recognize Him... it is Jesus! He stands over me and stretches out His arms, closes His eyes and as His face contorts and He grimaces with unimagined pain a roar resounds from His inmost Being that shakes the very foundations of earth and all of heaven trembles and is silent. As He stands there over me weeping His own blood, His own sweat and His own tears drip down on me in great torrents that flood over me completely engulfing me body, spirit and soul.
In amazement and awe I watch as His blood, sweat and tears begin to exquisitely meld together each piece, every tiny fragment until a Masterpiece is formed. Jesus throws back His head so that it is toward God and breathes in deeply. Then, once again looking down at me He opens His mouth and I see His breath in all it's power and magnificence rushing toward me! I gasp as His breath enters me and the fire and charge of all the lightening bolts in eternity past, present and future surge through my being, dancing in my soul. I lay there completely undone yet fully whole, wondering at the Majestic miracle that has just taken place. I am submerged in unfathomable peace. I see what I've never seen before; colors, beings, sound! I hear what I've never heard before; the future instead of the past, what is instead if what was, and what will be now is.
Jesus steps back and with eyes full of Love He admires, takes pride in , even desires His creation: A glittering, luminescent, beautifully shaped and formed vessel that reflects Him. His deepest passion, His longing for intimacy, His desire to touch the hurts in others. Now before Him stands a priceless vessel into which He can now pour His most valuable possessions: His Blood, the oil of joy and gladness, the very life giving essence of His seed. Then He tenderly, passionately sets His seal upon the mouth of that vessel. With His own lips He seals this vessel against destruction by placing upon its mouth a Holy Kiss. Forever more every time this vessel is tipped, knocked over, or He picks it up and pours out the contents, only love, joy, peace, long suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control shall flow out in abundance from this beautiful, shimming, well formed vessel. Because of the seal of His Holy kiss on the mouth of this vessel no backwash from the world or from being rejected, abandoned, used, lied to, ect will enter the vessel. Only what is poured into it will pour out of it. He has poured Himself into the vessel and from it will pour fourth Love, Truth, Light, Obedience.
He has taken all my brokenness and made me whole. Now I am fit to be a vessel on His banqueting table. I am His help meet, His lover, His companion, and also to the one He chooses to give me to. I am His vessel full of Him, His life, His love, His truth to be poured out on a hurting, thirsty and hungry world. To any who may have been a part of my breaking process I say thank you. The brokenness was a part of my journey to wholeness. I live, I love, I laugh and with Him, life goes on... forever. The moment His blood entered me, eternity began for me! Before His throne forever more I dance with joy and new life!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
THE STALLION
Nov 15, 2009
He's a wild, free yet gentle stallion who loves running with the Wind and grazing in soft green pastures in far away places. He occasionally comes close enough to accept a morsel or tidbit of food for his soul .... and rarely, a touch on his handsome head. Then, without warning he bolts and runs until he is safely out of reach and he stops, stands perfectly still and looks back toward the affection and love he just ran from. After a long thoughtful gaze he lowers his head to nibble, graze and pick at scattered familiar patches that appear to be green tasty food... only to discover mostly brambles and weeds. He again casts a longing gaze at the one who offers her hand full of choice food and nourishment for not only his soul but also his spirit. He watches intently as her hair swirls and dances in the wind and in the distance he sees a glint, a sparkle on her cheek. As he thoughtfully chews the brambles and weeds he realizes the glint is the trail of a tear sliding down her cheek.
Again the strong handsome stallion stands still, so still that even the coyotes are mesmerized by him. He watches as the tear on her face reflecting the Light of the Son slips slowly down her cheek and falls from her chin to splash into the dust beneath her feet. Gripped by fear - fear of commitment, fear of intimacy, fear of love, fear of what others think... who knows - the magnificent stallion rears tall pawing the air, throws back his noble head and roars with a thundering neigh that fills his lonely valley. Then, shaking his head as if to dislodge any thought of returning to her hand he turns and flees towards old familiar territory... to the isolation of aloneness that he has known most of his life.
She never intended to try and tame him or change him in any way. Her only desire was to gain his trust, to be a help meet, a soul mate for him. She dreamed of riding into battle safe upon the gallant steed's sleek back. Clinging to his thick neck she could close her eyes and find rest in the safety and peace of his fierce, yet tender love. Her hands would hold tightly to the bulging muscles in his neck and feel the power pulsing through him in body and spirit. The stallion's mane and her long blond hair flowing in the wind, his hooves pounding a steady rhythm as with long easy strides he charges toward the enemy. From her place of safety upon his back she whispers words of encouragement into his ever alert ears urging him on, infusing his strength with her belief in him as he bravely and cunningly overtakes the enemy and pummels him beneath his hooves.
She never intended to fence him in, tie him up or corral him in a dull, dark, boring stall. Her heart's desire was to offer him shelter, a haven, a safe place, an oasis from the storms, woes, strifes, cares and battles of life. She longed to be there to rub his aching shoulders, bathe his strong chest and kiss his tired brow. She dreamed of stroking his neck and back until his rippling muscles relaxed and he drifts off to sleep and together in sweet peaceful sleep they would rest and dream of new adventures.
Alas, love is a choice and sometimes no matter how deeply one may choose to love, the trust of a stallion who had known such deep hurt that he chooses to isolate his heart from intimacy and affection remains at bay.... even from the pure love of a Princess who KNOWS, without any doubt, that her Father told her to risk loving this magnificent stallion. So, gathering her courage she picks up the pieces of her heart.... hands them to God and turns to continue following the Son. The Princess determines in her heart to BELIEVE, to KNOW that even though the love she offered was refused, ignored, she IS a pearl of great value, a priceless treasure, a beauty to be desired, fought for and won. In her dreams love awaits... somewhere, somehow, some way dreams do come true. Don't they?
He's a wild, free yet gentle stallion who loves running with the Wind and grazing in soft green pastures in far away places. He occasionally comes close enough to accept a morsel or tidbit of food for his soul .... and rarely, a touch on his handsome head. Then, without warning he bolts and runs until he is safely out of reach and he stops, stands perfectly still and looks back toward the affection and love he just ran from. After a long thoughtful gaze he lowers his head to nibble, graze and pick at scattered familiar patches that appear to be green tasty food... only to discover mostly brambles and weeds. He again casts a longing gaze at the one who offers her hand full of choice food and nourishment for not only his soul but also his spirit. He watches intently as her hair swirls and dances in the wind and in the distance he sees a glint, a sparkle on her cheek. As he thoughtfully chews the brambles and weeds he realizes the glint is the trail of a tear sliding down her cheek.
Again the strong handsome stallion stands still, so still that even the coyotes are mesmerized by him. He watches as the tear on her face reflecting the Light of the Son slips slowly down her cheek and falls from her chin to splash into the dust beneath her feet. Gripped by fear - fear of commitment, fear of intimacy, fear of love, fear of what others think... who knows - the magnificent stallion rears tall pawing the air, throws back his noble head and roars with a thundering neigh that fills his lonely valley. Then, shaking his head as if to dislodge any thought of returning to her hand he turns and flees towards old familiar territory... to the isolation of aloneness that he has known most of his life.
She never intended to try and tame him or change him in any way. Her only desire was to gain his trust, to be a help meet, a soul mate for him. She dreamed of riding into battle safe upon the gallant steed's sleek back. Clinging to his thick neck she could close her eyes and find rest in the safety and peace of his fierce, yet tender love. Her hands would hold tightly to the bulging muscles in his neck and feel the power pulsing through him in body and spirit. The stallion's mane and her long blond hair flowing in the wind, his hooves pounding a steady rhythm as with long easy strides he charges toward the enemy. From her place of safety upon his back she whispers words of encouragement into his ever alert ears urging him on, infusing his strength with her belief in him as he bravely and cunningly overtakes the enemy and pummels him beneath his hooves.
She never intended to fence him in, tie him up or corral him in a dull, dark, boring stall. Her heart's desire was to offer him shelter, a haven, a safe place, an oasis from the storms, woes, strifes, cares and battles of life. She longed to be there to rub his aching shoulders, bathe his strong chest and kiss his tired brow. She dreamed of stroking his neck and back until his rippling muscles relaxed and he drifts off to sleep and together in sweet peaceful sleep they would rest and dream of new adventures.
Alas, love is a choice and sometimes no matter how deeply one may choose to love, the trust of a stallion who had known such deep hurt that he chooses to isolate his heart from intimacy and affection remains at bay.... even from the pure love of a Princess who KNOWS, without any doubt, that her Father told her to risk loving this magnificent stallion. So, gathering her courage she picks up the pieces of her heart.... hands them to God and turns to continue following the Son. The Princess determines in her heart to BELIEVE, to KNOW that even though the love she offered was refused, ignored, she IS a pearl of great value, a priceless treasure, a beauty to be desired, fought for and won. In her dreams love awaits... somewhere, somehow, some way dreams do come true. Don't they?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Filet of Heart Now Being Served
Oct. 16, 2009
When I choose to love as Jesus loved, I lay my heart on a platter, an elegant fit for a King platter... and I serve it to the chosen one. The one being served has the right, the privilege to feast on what (or more appropriately Who) is in my heart.
I serve to the chosen one my brand new, fresh, pure heart. The one being served may make the choice to deeply savour my heart, delighting in every morsel and gently, tenderly yet wholly consume it completely into their very own innermost parts.
The one being served may choose to pound my heart, split it into two broken halves.... or cut it up into many pieces. My sweet tender heart may be devoured or chewed up and spit out. It may be half consumed and the other half refused and left to wither. Yet still my heart, a feast for a King, may be picked at and poked and the choicest parts removed and consumed leaving still beating pieces scattered upon the elegant platter.
Then there is the possibility that my sumptuous, exquisite heart served on the finest of serving pieces will be pushed away, refused and never even touched. With grace, humility and fresh Love Jesus picks up the platter, holds it out to me and says, "Serve it again. There will be one who will see the beauty, the treasure, the rare gem that your heart is. Never give up."
When I choose to love as Jesus loved, I lay my heart on a platter, an elegant fit for a King platter... and I serve it to the chosen one. The one being served has the right, the privilege to feast on what (or more appropriately Who) is in my heart.
I serve to the chosen one my brand new, fresh, pure heart. The one being served may make the choice to deeply savour my heart, delighting in every morsel and gently, tenderly yet wholly consume it completely into their very own innermost parts.
The one being served may choose to pound my heart, split it into two broken halves.... or cut it up into many pieces. My sweet tender heart may be devoured or chewed up and spit out. It may be half consumed and the other half refused and left to wither. Yet still my heart, a feast for a King, may be picked at and poked and the choicest parts removed and consumed leaving still beating pieces scattered upon the elegant platter.
Then there is the possibility that my sumptuous, exquisite heart served on the finest of serving pieces will be pushed away, refused and never even touched. With grace, humility and fresh Love Jesus picks up the platter, holds it out to me and says, "Serve it again. There will be one who will see the beauty, the treasure, the rare gem that your heart is. Never give up."
Saturday, October 10, 2009
I Let My Beauty Sing Oct. 10, 2009
As I look back in retrospection, and introspection, I realize that everything I have walked through thus far in life has led me into a place of beauty; The beauty of knowing who I am, Whose I am and that I will always BE. Nothing or no one will keep me down. On wings of beauty given to me by God I rise above every hurt, every mistake, every wound to my soul....
to land upon a star named just for me. I let the beauty of who I am sing.
"What is a friend? A single person in two bodies." Aristotle
"Find out who you are, and do it on purpose." Dolly Parton
Breath NOW... deeply.... don't wait until tomorrow or the Breath may be gone. Breath deeply..... now.
to land upon a star named just for me. I let the beauty of who I am sing.
"What is a friend? A single person in two bodies." Aristotle
"Find out who you are, and do it on purpose." Dolly Parton
Breath NOW... deeply.... don't wait until tomorrow or the Breath may be gone. Breath deeply..... now.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Amazing Grace.... I am seeing it...
Aug. 28, 2009
I never cease to be amazed at not only Poppa's amazing grace but at His tolerance of my seeming inability to recall His faithfullness and mighty works in my life when I face a new assignment that I know is construction ground for the formation and maturation of the piece of the Fruit of the Spirit known as long suffering. How my flesh and mind recoil at the very mention, much less the meditation, of being in circumstances that prosper the developement of long suffering. Yet the longing in my heart to follow after Him (Song of Solomon 1:4) overpowers the spirits of fear and dread that would seek to hold me back from being at my Beloved's side as He leads me into battles where He gently, yet powerfullly transforms me into more of a reflection of His likeness and I am even more amazed at the brillant almost tangible manifestation of His very presence in the midst of these circumstances.
Three times in one day (Sunday Aug. 2, 2009) in 3 places He gave me Joshua 1:9 "Have I not commanded you? Be strong, vigorous, and very courageous. Be not afraid, neither be discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you WHEVEVER YOU GO." (Amp). As I recall so many times of my past where He has been with me in EVERY circumstance and situation I wonder how or why would I even glance at Craven Fear and Hedious Dread as I march with Jesus in new war to take back more of the "land" for Him and see more of His Kingdom come to earth? Victory after beautiful victory are framed in my heart's book of remembrance yet "I" allow my spiritual eyes to be drawn in fear and dread's direction..... and all the while Jesus is reaching for my hand, smiling His irresistible smile and whispering, "Come on My Beloved. I'm in command here. I've got not only your back but every side, top and bottom. NOTHING is too hard for ME..... and I'm already at the end of this. Time and space do now confine Me.... I'm already there/here in the victory, now just take My hand and let's take this territory back from the enemy. I have every weapon and provision you will ever need. And one more thing.... here is My Kiss of Victory, for the victory is already yours, take it and rejoice in Love."
I rejoice in what I am seeing God do right before my eyes. He is softening and reaching into Michael'heart. The eyes of his heart are truly being flooded with Light as he is beginning to see the Hope of God's calling to him. After a major breakthrough yesterday I am seeing the ice around his heart being melted. He even asked his daughter last night if she will bring his grandson over so he can tell him he loves him. I cry as I type these words because his daughter told me that he has never told his grandchildren that he loves them. This morning as he ate his breakfast I read to him from Proverbs and then asked him if he'd like to hear the scripture I'm praying for him. He said yes so I read to him Eph. 1:17-19 from the Amp. bible - For I always pray the God of our Lord, Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, that He may grant you a spirit of wisdom and revelation of insight into mysteries and secrets in the deep and intimate knowledge of Him.
Byhaving the eyes of your heart flooded with Light, so that you can know and understand the hope to which He has called you, and know the glorious inheritance in the saints, His set-apart ones, and so that you can know and understand what is the unmeasurable and unlimited and surpassing greatness of His power in and for us who believe, as demonstrated in the working of His mighty strength...
Michael then asked me, "Do you think I'm on the way?" to which I replied "Without a doubt!" Continue to pray for Michael that he will quickly accept Jesus and for healing of his body and complete restoration of his family. I am so excited to see what Poppa is doing I think I'll just go dance before Him! He loves our exuberant praise and worship of Him, so " Now to Him Who, by the action of His power that is at work within us, is able to do superabunantly, far over and above all that we dare ask or think, infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes, or dreams (and our imaginations!) - To Him be glory in the chruch and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations forever and ever. AMEN (so be it)" !!!!!!! Much love and abundant blessings to each of you.
Outrageously abandoned to Him,
Keturah
I never cease to be amazed at not only Poppa's amazing grace but at His tolerance of my seeming inability to recall His faithfullness and mighty works in my life when I face a new assignment that I know is construction ground for the formation and maturation of the piece of the Fruit of the Spirit known as long suffering. How my flesh and mind recoil at the very mention, much less the meditation, of being in circumstances that prosper the developement of long suffering. Yet the longing in my heart to follow after Him (Song of Solomon 1:4) overpowers the spirits of fear and dread that would seek to hold me back from being at my Beloved's side as He leads me into battles where He gently, yet powerfullly transforms me into more of a reflection of His likeness and I am even more amazed at the brillant almost tangible manifestation of His very presence in the midst of these circumstances.
Three times in one day (Sunday Aug. 2, 2009) in 3 places He gave me Joshua 1:9 "Have I not commanded you? Be strong, vigorous, and very courageous. Be not afraid, neither be discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you WHEVEVER YOU GO." (Amp). As I recall so many times of my past where He has been with me in EVERY circumstance and situation I wonder how or why would I even glance at Craven Fear and Hedious Dread as I march with Jesus in new war to take back more of the "land" for Him and see more of His Kingdom come to earth? Victory after beautiful victory are framed in my heart's book of remembrance yet "I" allow my spiritual eyes to be drawn in fear and dread's direction..... and all the while Jesus is reaching for my hand, smiling His irresistible smile and whispering, "Come on My Beloved. I'm in command here. I've got not only your back but every side, top and bottom. NOTHING is too hard for ME..... and I'm already at the end of this. Time and space do now confine Me.... I'm already there/here in the victory, now just take My hand and let's take this territory back from the enemy. I have every weapon and provision you will ever need. And one more thing.... here is My Kiss of Victory, for the victory is already yours, take it and rejoice in Love."
I rejoice in what I am seeing God do right before my eyes. He is softening and reaching into Michael'heart. The eyes of his heart are truly being flooded with Light as he is beginning to see the Hope of God's calling to him. After a major breakthrough yesterday I am seeing the ice around his heart being melted. He even asked his daughter last night if she will bring his grandson over so he can tell him he loves him. I cry as I type these words because his daughter told me that he has never told his grandchildren that he loves them. This morning as he ate his breakfast I read to him from Proverbs and then asked him if he'd like to hear the scripture I'm praying for him. He said yes so I read to him Eph. 1:17-19 from the Amp. bible - For I always pray the God of our Lord, Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, that He may grant you a spirit of wisdom and revelation of insight into mysteries and secrets in the deep and intimate knowledge of Him.
Byhaving the eyes of your heart flooded with Light, so that you can know and understand the hope to which He has called you, and know the glorious inheritance in the saints, His set-apart ones, and so that you can know and understand what is the unmeasurable and unlimited and surpassing greatness of His power in and for us who believe, as demonstrated in the working of His mighty strength...
Michael then asked me, "Do you think I'm on the way?" to which I replied "Without a doubt!" Continue to pray for Michael that he will quickly accept Jesus and for healing of his body and complete restoration of his family. I am so excited to see what Poppa is doing I think I'll just go dance before Him! He loves our exuberant praise and worship of Him, so " Now to Him Who, by the action of His power that is at work within us, is able to do superabunantly, far over and above all that we dare ask or think, infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes, or dreams (and our imaginations!) - To Him be glory in the chruch and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations forever and ever. AMEN (so be it)" !!!!!!! Much love and abundant blessings to each of you.
Outrageously abandoned to Him,
Keturah
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
AWAKENED! Sept. 14, 2008
I have AWAKENED to Your touch
No longer do I sleep the sleep of death
Your Blood courses through my veins
My body glows with Your Life
My dance to You invokes Your Power
I leap, I run, I jump with hind's feet
The lower I layself, the higher You take me
I dance for You, to You, with You
I HAVE AWAKENED!
No longer do I sleep the sleep of death
Your Blood courses through my veins
My body glows with Your Life
My dance to You invokes Your Power
I leap, I run, I jump with hind's feet
The lower I layself, the higher You take me
I dance for You, to You, with You
I HAVE AWAKENED!
He can't take His eyes off of me July 21, 2009
When He endured the cross His gaze was fixed on ME.... only on me was He focused. Not on the pain, not on the thoughts of others, not saving Himself. Because of Love He couldn't take His eyes off of me. I now know Love that is pure, Love that is truth, Love that seeks nothing but to give me His best, Love that will never leave me, Love that will never lie to me, Love that will never deceive me, Love that could not stand the thought of me having to endure pain, Love that cannot stand to be apart from me. For the first time in my life I now know Love and I am learning to know Him, as I am known.... as Beloved.
Much is said in silence Sept. 8, 2008
Volumes are spoken in one's silence. There is more communicated by what one does not say than the audible, spoken or writtenwords. Is it possible that it is easier to read between the lines of unspoken words than between the lines of what has been written, or spoken?
Silence carries copious volume. Even though you choose not to speak, not to communicate... I hear you loud and clear. With a clarion call your silence is shouting at me, ringin in my ears. I replay the slience and no longer wonder at it's meaning.
Silence carries copious volume. Even though you choose not to speak, not to communicate... I hear you loud and clear. With a clarion call your silence is shouting at me, ringin in my ears. I replay the slience and no longer wonder at it's meaning.
Warm Words Aug. 13, 2006
Warm Words... they warp around my heart like a blanket made of cashmere. Soft, silken folds of affection, adoration and Love that cling to my pulsating heart.
Warm Words... utterances of devotion and commitment that seep deep into my heart permeating every fiber of my being, coursing through my veins bringing Life to long dead emotions, restoring the color of excitment to my heart.
Warm Words... that do no rush like a cold wind, but instead fall gently like beautiful snow flakes on a moonlit night, gently settling, mounding up to become a Wonder-land.
Warm Words... they soothe and heal gaping wounds. Tender, gentle Words that soothe the pain in my heart and heal the scars on my soul.
Warm Words... washing over my mind like an ocean wave over the shore.... sweeping over each grain of my being with liquid Love, bringing refreshing... leaving it's mark as the grains glisten in the Sonlight.
Warm Words... I take those You've spoken to me from the closet of my memory and put them on. Like an exqusite fur coat and pull them close.... closer.... wrapping them tightly around me and imagining that I am face to Face with You... as You speak Warm Words to me... again.
Warm Words... utterances of devotion and commitment that seep deep into my heart permeating every fiber of my being, coursing through my veins bringing Life to long dead emotions, restoring the color of excitment to my heart.
Warm Words... that do no rush like a cold wind, but instead fall gently like beautiful snow flakes on a moonlit night, gently settling, mounding up to become a Wonder-land.
Warm Words... they soothe and heal gaping wounds. Tender, gentle Words that soothe the pain in my heart and heal the scars on my soul.
Warm Words... washing over my mind like an ocean wave over the shore.... sweeping over each grain of my being with liquid Love, bringing refreshing... leaving it's mark as the grains glisten in the Sonlight.
Warm Words... I take those You've spoken to me from the closet of my memory and put them on. Like an exqusite fur coat and pull them close.... closer.... wrapping them tightly around me and imagining that I am face to Face with You... as You speak Warm Words to me... again.
"T" Time Aug 12, 2006
Transistion
Transpire
Translate
Transfer
Transcend
Transpose
Transact
The passage goes slowly. Has time stopped?
I want to push, but I know I must NOT!
Please God, let me rest... between the pains... just let me rest....
Transpire
Translate
Transfer
Transcend
Transpose
Transact
The passage goes slowly. Has time stopped?
I want to push, but I know I must NOT!
Please God, let me rest... between the pains... just let me rest....
Saturday, May 16, 2009
There Is Here
I see the farthest and the clearest when I'm on my face, at His feet... there the view is unimpeded. Bowed at His feet with my face to the ground I not only see for miles and miles, I see for decades and for generations. The lower I go, the Higher I am... the higher I am with I Am the farther I see.
The thicker the smoke, the Glory of the Lord, becomes.... the clearer I see. All else, EVERYTHING in life I have been concerned with recedes farther and farther away. Growing dimmer and more distant as I gaze upon His beauty, looking up from His feet to behold His Majesty, the magnifance of Who He Is everything becomes a dull, grey blur and I am conscious only of Him.... and where HE is.
Father, Adoni, Yeshua Ha Mashiach, I ask of You more Love, please more Love. I can only give to you what I have, and I have only what You have given me... I have nothing to give .... only that which You have given me... so please, give me more Love that I may Love You more. I want to Love You more my Lord.
At Your feet I am higher than I've ever been. At Your feet all worry, all distress, all that is NOT of Your Kingdom disappears and I can see the end... which is the BEGINNING! At Your feet, on my face, I take a quantum leap and go where You already are. You are HERE, but You are also THERE... WHERE I long to be... at Your feet I see what CAN BE, WHAT IS.... I AM THERE.
When I bow at Your feet I choose to see as YOU SEE... You my Lord do not see anyone or anything as it is. You SEE each of us and everything as we CAN BE... as it WILL BE. SHABING! I AM THERE WHEN I AM HERE AT YOUR FEET!
I leave all the past behind... even now is the past! and I leave it all behind to step into the NEW and the NEW is NOW, will ever BE... On my face at Your feet I move forward and I move with the speed of Light, for You ARE LIGHT!
SURROUNDED BY YOUR GLORY I LEAP FORWARD even as I bow... still, silent before You... I move up, forward, higher and faster than ever before.
Here is was... there is now... and I AM THERE!
The thicker the smoke, the Glory of the Lord, becomes.... the clearer I see. All else, EVERYTHING in life I have been concerned with recedes farther and farther away. Growing dimmer and more distant as I gaze upon His beauty, looking up from His feet to behold His Majesty, the magnifance of Who He Is everything becomes a dull, grey blur and I am conscious only of Him.... and where HE is.
Father, Adoni, Yeshua Ha Mashiach, I ask of You more Love, please more Love. I can only give to you what I have, and I have only what You have given me... I have nothing to give .... only that which You have given me... so please, give me more Love that I may Love You more. I want to Love You more my Lord.
At Your feet I am higher than I've ever been. At Your feet all worry, all distress, all that is NOT of Your Kingdom disappears and I can see the end... which is the BEGINNING! At Your feet, on my face, I take a quantum leap and go where You already are. You are HERE, but You are also THERE... WHERE I long to be... at Your feet I see what CAN BE, WHAT IS.... I AM THERE.
When I bow at Your feet I choose to see as YOU SEE... You my Lord do not see anyone or anything as it is. You SEE each of us and everything as we CAN BE... as it WILL BE. SHABING! I AM THERE WHEN I AM HERE AT YOUR FEET!
I leave all the past behind... even now is the past! and I leave it all behind to step into the NEW and the NEW is NOW, will ever BE... On my face at Your feet I move forward and I move with the speed of Light, for You ARE LIGHT!
SURROUNDED BY YOUR GLORY I LEAP FORWARD even as I bow... still, silent before You... I move up, forward, higher and faster than ever before.
Here is was... there is now... and I AM THERE!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Burning At Both Ends July 2002
Abba, I want to be a candle burning at both ends.
On one end I am aflame with the fire of Your love for me burning into the very depths of my soul, melting my heart.
On the other end I am aflame with a burning, red hot passion for You Lord. The flame of Your Love for me melts away any reluctance to worship You. I burn with a desire to be in Your presence, in Your face.
The fire that was shut up in my bones races through me engulfing my heart, setting ablaze the perfect love that began on the end You lit in my soul Lord.
My heart, my mind and my very soul melt..... drip down.... into puddles that You scoop up in Your warm, hands.... hands large enough to hold the entire universe. Hands that gently, tenderly mould me and a new creation begins to form.
A candle that looks like Jesus, that glows from within with a brillance that casts light in every dark room it is brought into. Abba, light me at both ends. Let me burn brightly, at both ends... for You.
On one end I am aflame with the fire of Your love for me burning into the very depths of my soul, melting my heart.
On the other end I am aflame with a burning, red hot passion for You Lord. The flame of Your Love for me melts away any reluctance to worship You. I burn with a desire to be in Your presence, in Your face.
The fire that was shut up in my bones races through me engulfing my heart, setting ablaze the perfect love that began on the end You lit in my soul Lord.
My heart, my mind and my very soul melt..... drip down.... into puddles that You scoop up in Your warm, hands.... hands large enough to hold the entire universe. Hands that gently, tenderly mould me and a new creation begins to form.
A candle that looks like Jesus, that glows from within with a brillance that casts light in every dark room it is brought into. Abba, light me at both ends. Let me burn brightly, at both ends... for You.
Melt Me Dec 2003
If I could melt into His arms, where no hurt can touch me, I would be moulded to Him, His shape, His form, His likeness.
Melt me like wax and pour me over Him that I might be a perfect form of His likeness.
But in order to melt the fire must be hot, the furnace blazing. The wax falls drop by drop... like tears falling on His face until it is completely covered.... yet His image shines through. Only His face is visable, the wax is transparent! Only His features are seen.
The fire dies down, the furnace cools, but the wax remains soft and pliable from the warmth of His gaze and the fire of His love..... mould me, make me to look like You Jesus.
Melt me like wax and pour me over Him that I might be a perfect form of His likeness.
But in order to melt the fire must be hot, the furnace blazing. The wax falls drop by drop... like tears falling on His face until it is completely covered.... yet His image shines through. Only His face is visable, the wax is transparent! Only His features are seen.
The fire dies down, the furnace cools, but the wax remains soft and pliable from the warmth of His gaze and the fire of His love..... mould me, make me to look like You Jesus.
If The Footprint Fits.... May 23, 2004
I place one foot in front of the other, stepping into the footprints left by Jesus. I see in my mind a beach and the trail of His footprints. As I step into them I am amazed at how much larger they are than my own feet. But I am even more amazed that as I plant my feet, one at a time, into the perfectly shaped indentions in the warm, wet sand they instantly fit my feet!
The Son is warm, shinning upon me and warming my soul. There is no shadow before me, or behind me. The crashing of the waves is as a calming song to my spirit. I cannot see where the trail of footprints is leading, but I am confident that as I follow them the end will be far better than the beginning.
My strength is renewed, my heart beats strong and steadfast. Peace fills every cell of my being. When night falls I collaspse into Arms of enormous proportions. The Arms are strong, tender, warm, protective. I sleep in unbroken peace. The crashing waves are my lullaby, my sleep is sweet.
The Son is warm, shinning upon me and warming my soul. There is no shadow before me, or behind me. The crashing of the waves is as a calming song to my spirit. I cannot see where the trail of footprints is leading, but I am confident that as I follow them the end will be far better than the beginning.
My strength is renewed, my heart beats strong and steadfast. Peace fills every cell of my being. When night falls I collaspse into Arms of enormous proportions. The Arms are strong, tender, warm, protective. I sleep in unbroken peace. The crashing waves are my lullaby, my sleep is sweet.
Freezing Fire May 27, 2004
His fire freezes me
In His fire I am frozen
I clasp His hand and ride on winds of silk
I touch each star, each one as a diamond at my finger tip
The moon is in my grasp
As His fire burns my night becomes day
The diamond planets melt and the moon turns to liquid in my hand
He shines
He glitters
He gleams
He burns brightly
All I know becomes pale and dark compared to His brightenss
His fire freezes me
In His fire I am frozen
I clasp His hand and ride on winds of silk
I touch each star, each one as a diamond at my finger tip
The moon is in my grasp
As His fire burns my night becomes day
The diamond planets melt and the moon turns to liquid in my hand
He shines
He glitters
He gleams
He burns brightly
All I know becomes pale and dark compared to His brightenss
His fire freezes me
Plastic Wrap, or Aluminium Foil?
My faith looks like plastic wrap.... clear, transparent, thin, easily torn and ripped.
Jesus, Your faith looks like steel... it can't be seen through, it only reflects that which is hoped for, it is thick, solid, it cannot be torn or ripped or even dented.
Jesus, I need Your steel faith. Like plastic wrap my faith withers and sometimes melts in the heat of waiting. Your steel faith only grows stronger with heat and becomes so red hot that enemy cannot touch it.
Father, I'm too weak, to scared, to tired to ask for steel faith. Could you please just give me alumiumn foil this time instead of plastic wrap? One day, I too shall have steel faith.... one day....
Jesus, Your faith looks like steel... it can't be seen through, it only reflects that which is hoped for, it is thick, solid, it cannot be torn or ripped or even dented.
Jesus, I need Your steel faith. Like plastic wrap my faith withers and sometimes melts in the heat of waiting. Your steel faith only grows stronger with heat and becomes so red hot that enemy cannot touch it.
Father, I'm too weak, to scared, to tired to ask for steel faith. Could you please just give me alumiumn foil this time instead of plastic wrap? One day, I too shall have steel faith.... one day....
Melted Again May 31, 2004
The Fire of Your Love, my King, has melted my heart. Could it be, is it possible that the blood that courses through my veins is now Your Blood?
Does the beat of my heart match Your's?
Bring my heart to the point of least resistance. Let me know the joy of full surrender to You, to Your will, to Your Love, to Your passions.
Pull back the veil and let me see You face to face. As our eyes lock my heart leaps within me. Your smiling lips move not, but I hear Your voice in my Spirit. Strong as thunder, yet soft as the cooing of a dove.
The secrets that You whisper, the intimacies that are ours... none will ever know what we share. My Lover, Lover of my soul... come and take me, ravish me with Your Love.
I wildly abandon myself to You, I am Your's , let me not withhold from You one cell of my body. Take me to a place in You that is higher than myself, higher than I've ever known.
Hold me, hold me, hold me, never let me go. Let breathe Your breath, as we become One.
Does the beat of my heart match Your's?
Bring my heart to the point of least resistance. Let me know the joy of full surrender to You, to Your will, to Your Love, to Your passions.
Pull back the veil and let me see You face to face. As our eyes lock my heart leaps within me. Your smiling lips move not, but I hear Your voice in my Spirit. Strong as thunder, yet soft as the cooing of a dove.
The secrets that You whisper, the intimacies that are ours... none will ever know what we share. My Lover, Lover of my soul... come and take me, ravish me with Your Love.
I wildly abandon myself to You, I am Your's , let me not withhold from You one cell of my body. Take me to a place in You that is higher than myself, higher than I've ever known.
Hold me, hold me, hold me, never let me go. Let breathe Your breath, as we become One.
Melted April 30, 2004
My mind melts.... my thoughts drip and run into puddles that become huge globs of hardened wax.
Wax that becomes a seal over vain imaginings, a seal that trys to keep in a tomb the pure, good thoughts that lie waiting to come to life.
Come o Son of fire and glory, come melt these hardened thoughts. Break the seal of death and give life to the thoughts that are pure, true, noble, reputable, gracious, authentic, the best, not the worst, the beautiful; Your thoughts from YOUR mind.
Wax that becomes a seal over vain imaginings, a seal that trys to keep in a tomb the pure, good thoughts that lie waiting to come to life.
Come o Son of fire and glory, come melt these hardened thoughts. Break the seal of death and give life to the thoughts that are pure, true, noble, reputable, gracious, authentic, the best, not the worst, the beautiful; Your thoughts from YOUR mind.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wear Me
I weep as I lay myself before You God in the sand.... the sand of time, the sand of change. Sand never stays the same... it is always moving, always changing.... yet in order to follow You God, to walk with You, to birth what You have impregnated in me, in my spirit, in my soul I must some how draw a line in these sands and lay myself at Your feet in death.... death of my flesh - my own desires, my own longings, my own thoughts, my own needs - I cannot just fall at Your feet, I must willingly lay myself at Your feet and say,
"Here I am Father, Lord, Saviour, Lover, Master. I die before You to my self and I ask You now to pick me up, wear me like a glove on YOUR hand - not MY will but YOURS BE DONE ON EARTH TODAY just LIKE IN HEAVEN - TODAY - ON EARTH.
If I am going to be a glove on Your hand then that means with me You will touch the lost, the unloveable, the dirty in spirit and in the natural, the lame, the deaf, the possessed, the dead....
If I allow myself to be worn by You as a glove on Your hand then when You touch them I am between you and them, sometimes being pressed hard, sometimes feeling the pain, sometimes smelling the stench.... the way I used to smell to You. Wearing me as a glove on Your hand You will touch them by having me lay hands on them, hug them, hold them..... and Your Power - the Power of Pure Love - will flow through me and into the world.... nothing of me.. ALL YOU.
Here I am Lord, I lay myself in the sand at Your feet. I choose to die a death to self.... now. I ask of You, please help me to die.... You know how. Place me on Your hand as Your glove and wear me, use me to catch and hold the world with Your love.
I ask You to help me die Poppa because there is so much in me that does not want to die.... even some things I don't want to die! Yet compared to You, nothing is worth keeping. Wear me.
April 29,2009
"Here I am Father, Lord, Saviour, Lover, Master. I die before You to my self and I ask You now to pick me up, wear me like a glove on YOUR hand - not MY will but YOURS BE DONE ON EARTH TODAY just LIKE IN HEAVEN - TODAY - ON EARTH.
If I am going to be a glove on Your hand then that means with me You will touch the lost, the unloveable, the dirty in spirit and in the natural, the lame, the deaf, the possessed, the dead....
If I allow myself to be worn by You as a glove on Your hand then when You touch them I am between you and them, sometimes being pressed hard, sometimes feeling the pain, sometimes smelling the stench.... the way I used to smell to You. Wearing me as a glove on Your hand You will touch them by having me lay hands on them, hug them, hold them..... and Your Power - the Power of Pure Love - will flow through me and into the world.... nothing of me.. ALL YOU.
Here I am Lord, I lay myself in the sand at Your feet. I choose to die a death to self.... now. I ask of You, please help me to die.... You know how. Place me on Your hand as Your glove and wear me, use me to catch and hold the world with Your love.
I ask You to help me die Poppa because there is so much in me that does not want to die.... even some things I don't want to die! Yet compared to You, nothing is worth keeping. Wear me.
April 29,2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
A Memory
I'm just a memory
A sweet yet bitter memory
So near yet still so far
Like a ship in a jar?
A memory you can't forget
But not sure if you regret
A memory you so clearly see
A memory whose door has but one key?
Will I ever be more than just a memory to you
Will I ever awake to find you there
Is it something you will find the courage to do
Are you willing to take the chance?
I may always a memory be
Your face again I may never see
The days may fade years meld into a haze
Yet when you close your eyes my memory begins to blaze.
Feb. 13, 2009
A sweet yet bitter memory
So near yet still so far
Like a ship in a jar?
A memory you can't forget
But not sure if you regret
A memory you so clearly see
A memory whose door has but one key?
Will I ever be more than just a memory to you
Will I ever awake to find you there
Is it something you will find the courage to do
Are you willing to take the chance?
I may always a memory be
Your face again I may never see
The days may fade years meld into a haze
Yet when you close your eyes my memory begins to blaze.
Feb. 13, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Still...
A broken heart still beats...
A cast off diamond still shines....
A forgotten clock still ticks...
An unpicked fruit still ripens...
An uncaught eagle still soars...
An unfinished picture still forms...
An unheard word still sounds...
An unrequited love still loves...
An unshed tear still falls...
An unrisen sun will rise...
Already, it is tomorrow....
And life goes on.
A cast off diamond still shines....
A forgotten clock still ticks...
An unpicked fruit still ripens...
An uncaught eagle still soars...
An unfinished picture still forms...
An unheard word still sounds...
An unrequited love still loves...
An unshed tear still falls...
An unrisen sun will rise...
Already, it is tomorrow....
And life goes on.
Friday, April 24, 2009
HIs Heartbeats Are Words
This was orginally written on Feb. 1, 2009 the day it happened.
As I worshiped with dancing at my church, the Church at North Gate in Woodstock, Georgia this morning Poppa whispered to me, "Why don't you lay down. Stop dancing and lay on your face before Me." In obedience and submission I laid down on my face right there where I had been dancing. Immediately I found myself laying on Jesus, listening to His heart beat as He stroked my hair and gently kissed me on the forehead.
He did not speak out loud... instead the beats of His heart became an audible voice to my ears and my spirit. Each heartbeat whispered sweet declarations of His love for me. With each word I was drawn deeper into His heart... the secret place that only He and I share... a place where the words He speaks to me are so imtimate that no one else will ever know them.... only Him and me. Deeper... deeper into His heart I was drawn.... to the place where I KNOW... and I AM KNOWN.
I want to worship with my face at His feet....
I want to walk with my face at His feet...
I want to run with my face at His feet....
I want to live with my face at His feet...
I want to wash His feet with my tears, tears of love and joy....
Love that came from Him..... I now give back.
I lay with my head on Jesus' chest every beat of His heart is an itimate, passionate word of Love and adoration meant only for me.... only for my ears.
SHABING! GOD IS CRAZY ABOUT ME!!!
As I worshiped with dancing at my church, the Church at North Gate in Woodstock, Georgia this morning Poppa whispered to me, "Why don't you lay down. Stop dancing and lay on your face before Me." In obedience and submission I laid down on my face right there where I had been dancing. Immediately I found myself laying on Jesus, listening to His heart beat as He stroked my hair and gently kissed me on the forehead.
He did not speak out loud... instead the beats of His heart became an audible voice to my ears and my spirit. Each heartbeat whispered sweet declarations of His love for me. With each word I was drawn deeper into His heart... the secret place that only He and I share... a place where the words He speaks to me are so imtimate that no one else will ever know them.... only Him and me. Deeper... deeper into His heart I was drawn.... to the place where I KNOW... and I AM KNOWN.
I want to worship with my face at His feet....
I want to walk with my face at His feet...
I want to run with my face at His feet....
I want to live with my face at His feet...
I want to wash His feet with my tears, tears of love and joy....
Love that came from Him..... I now give back.
I lay with my head on Jesus' chest every beat of His heart is an itimate, passionate word of Love and adoration meant only for me.... only for my ears.
SHABING! GOD IS CRAZY ABOUT ME!!!
LET IT BE
Luke 1:38 Let it be to me according to Your Word
What ever God has spoken to me or shown me is HIS Word for me, and He has given me authority to decree reality into what HE has said to me. I need to agree with what GOD has said about me. I need to just "let it BE."
God said that I am His Lioness and when I roar the enemy flees.... let it BE.
God said that He's moving me up into a higher place and wants me to take new territory for Him.... let it BE.
God said that I have a "warring anointing" on me..... let it BE.
God said whatever I need, I've got it.... let it BE.
God said, "GO AND DO IT".... let it BE.
God said that I am the favored one, His favorite, the apple of His eye, His chosen... let it BE.
God said I am His own handiwork, crafted in His image.... let it Be.
God said I am the head, not the tail... let it BE.
God said He has given me power and authority to trample on scorpions and serpents... let it BE.
God said He has given me physical and mental ability over all the power that the enemy possesses and nothing shall in any way harm me.... let it Be.
God said that anything is possible with Him... let it BE.
God said arise, shine for your Light has come and the glory of the Lord has risen upon me.... let it BE.
April 24, 2009
What ever God has spoken to me or shown me is HIS Word for me, and He has given me authority to decree reality into what HE has said to me. I need to agree with what GOD has said about me. I need to just "let it BE."
God said that I am His Lioness and when I roar the enemy flees.... let it BE.
God said that He's moving me up into a higher place and wants me to take new territory for Him.... let it BE.
God said that I have a "warring anointing" on me..... let it BE.
God said whatever I need, I've got it.... let it BE.
God said, "GO AND DO IT".... let it BE.
God said that I am the favored one, His favorite, the apple of His eye, His chosen... let it BE.
God said I am His own handiwork, crafted in His image.... let it Be.
God said I am the head, not the tail... let it BE.
God said He has given me power and authority to trample on scorpions and serpents... let it BE.
God said He has given me physical and mental ability over all the power that the enemy possesses and nothing shall in any way harm me.... let it Be.
God said that anything is possible with Him... let it BE.
God said arise, shine for your Light has come and the glory of the Lord has risen upon me.... let it BE.
April 24, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Whose Face Did I See?
Poppa, remind me of the words I spoke today... of my deeds to others today... what expressions I gave out to others today. Did I in ignorance, oblivion, or selfishness say words that inflicted pain possibly wounding someone's heart? Did I do something in innocence, ignorance, or selfishness that was recieved, misinterpreted or understoond totally opposite from what I meant? Poppa, did I look at someone today with an expression that conveyed anything other than what they would have seen on Your face?
Jesus, how often do I unknowingly, or uncaringly say and do things that lead others in a wrong direction... a direction that turns out to be a dead
end for them? How often have my words, my deeds, my expressions led someone so swiftly, so surely crashing into a wall and then I leave them there bruised, bloody and broken, in pain? Yet I choose to look the other way and pretend that I don't see... that I had no idea.... remaining convinced that I was in no way at fault?
Innocence is lost, a heart is broken, a spirit crushed, a wound is left open hurting, bleeding.... all because either I did not consider my words, my actions.... or I am blind.... totally blind and do not see the face of Jesus every time I look at another. God, remove my blindness. I want to see YOUR face in everyone I look at.
Matt. 25:45 ".... Solemnly I declare to you, in so far as you failed to do it for the least of these, you failed to do it for Me."
Jesus, how often do I unknowingly, or uncaringly say and do things that lead others in a wrong direction... a direction that turns out to be a dead
end for them? How often have my words, my deeds, my expressions led someone so swiftly, so surely crashing into a wall and then I leave them there bruised, bloody and broken, in pain? Yet I choose to look the other way and pretend that I don't see... that I had no idea.... remaining convinced that I was in no way at fault?
Innocence is lost, a heart is broken, a spirit crushed, a wound is left open hurting, bleeding.... all because either I did not consider my words, my actions.... or I am blind.... totally blind and do not see the face of Jesus every time I look at another. God, remove my blindness. I want to see YOUR face in everyone I look at.
Matt. 25:45 ".... Solemnly I declare to you, in so far as you failed to do it for the least of these, you failed to do it for Me."
Wasting Time
John 8:23-24 The Message Bible
Jesus said, "You're tied down to the mundane; I'm in touch with what is beyond your horizons. You live in terms of what you see and touch. I'm living on other terms. I told you that you were missing God in all this. You're at a dead end. If you won't believe I'm who I say I am, you're at a dead end..... you're missing God in your lives."
My biggest obstacle in receiving the favor of God is less about my faith in God's ability to deliver on His promises and more about my ability to accept what He gives me simply because He loves me.
This morning (Sat. April 18, 09) God told me to "waste" time with Him today! He said there are lots of ways make more money, but no amount of money can buy back time. And the BEST way to "spend" time is with Him.
My circumstances/situation should in the natural be seen as a cause to panic: I'm without a job, my bank account is dwindling, there is nothing in the "natural" to be seen as "the answer", or provision. BUT my "spiritual" eyes see a table loaded with a feast fit for, and prepared by, a King. My spirit is saying to my heart (where God says we "think"... the same as my mind) "peace, be still. Nothing has snuck up on God. He was seeing this before He ever laid the foundations of the world. It's taken care of.... HE has a plan... and He is revealing it to me as I need to know."
This is an opportunity for me to invest my time wisely: to ponder what I'm doing... what I'm hearing... how I am spending my life, a precious gift from God. Are my days filled with what matters most to me, and Him? Am I allowing God to employ the talents and gifts He has placed in me? What better time than now to allow Him to take control of my schedule and begin to live a life that matters?!
God is saying to me, "If you'll SIT with Me, I'll help you remove from your life everything that's holding you back and preventing you from doing what is most needed in this season of your life. So, what about it? Come sit at My table... feast on what I've prepared especially for you. Taste... isn't that scrumptious?! Just feast.... and LISTEN... just sit back, be still... and hear ME."
There is never a wrong time to do the right thing.... it's time to experience success with DIVINE DIRECTION:
LORD, will You rock the world through me, istead of in spite of me? Here Lord, I'm surrendering to You my plans, my will, my agenda... and most of all, my failures. Use them, employ them. As I "spend" my time with You Poppa, spend all of theses things, and me, to change the world into Your Kingdom, on earth... TODAY. I'm gonna bloom where You plant me. How can I not trust You?! You DIED for me! That is true Love.... Love that I can trust.
Bill Godwin says in his book The Power of A Dream "When we believe the lie that we can't possibly know for sure what God plans for our life, we can't focus clearly. And if we can't maintain focus on what God really wants for us, then will be distracted and decieved by the counterfeits that come down the track."
Jesus said, "You're tied down to the mundane; I'm in touch with what is beyond your horizons. You live in terms of what you see and touch. I'm living on other terms. I told you that you were missing God in all this. You're at a dead end. If you won't believe I'm who I say I am, you're at a dead end..... you're missing God in your lives."
My biggest obstacle in receiving the favor of God is less about my faith in God's ability to deliver on His promises and more about my ability to accept what He gives me simply because He loves me.
This morning (Sat. April 18, 09) God told me to "waste" time with Him today! He said there are lots of ways make more money, but no amount of money can buy back time. And the BEST way to "spend" time is with Him.
My circumstances/situation should in the natural be seen as a cause to panic: I'm without a job, my bank account is dwindling, there is nothing in the "natural" to be seen as "the answer", or provision. BUT my "spiritual" eyes see a table loaded with a feast fit for, and prepared by, a King. My spirit is saying to my heart (where God says we "think"... the same as my mind) "peace, be still. Nothing has snuck up on God. He was seeing this before He ever laid the foundations of the world. It's taken care of.... HE has a plan... and He is revealing it to me as I need to know."
This is an opportunity for me to invest my time wisely: to ponder what I'm doing... what I'm hearing... how I am spending my life, a precious gift from God. Are my days filled with what matters most to me, and Him? Am I allowing God to employ the talents and gifts He has placed in me? What better time than now to allow Him to take control of my schedule and begin to live a life that matters?!
God is saying to me, "If you'll SIT with Me, I'll help you remove from your life everything that's holding you back and preventing you from doing what is most needed in this season of your life. So, what about it? Come sit at My table... feast on what I've prepared especially for you. Taste... isn't that scrumptious?! Just feast.... and LISTEN... just sit back, be still... and hear ME."
There is never a wrong time to do the right thing.... it's time to experience success with DIVINE DIRECTION:
LORD, will You rock the world through me, istead of in spite of me? Here Lord, I'm surrendering to You my plans, my will, my agenda... and most of all, my failures. Use them, employ them. As I "spend" my time with You Poppa, spend all of theses things, and me, to change the world into Your Kingdom, on earth... TODAY. I'm gonna bloom where You plant me. How can I not trust You?! You DIED for me! That is true Love.... Love that I can trust.
Bill Godwin says in his book The Power of A Dream "When we believe the lie that we can't possibly know for sure what God plans for our life, we can't focus clearly. And if we can't maintain focus on what God really wants for us, then will be distracted and decieved by the counterfeits that come down the track."
Friday, April 17, 2009
Choose?
God chooses who walks up to the door of my life.
I choose whether to open the door to them, or keep it closed.
God chooses when, where and how each person arrives at the door of my life.
I choose whether each one will find a vacancy , a place to fill in my life....
or if they only pass through, never putting down roots.
I choose whether to open the door to them, or keep it closed.
God chooses when, where and how each person arrives at the door of my life.
I choose whether each one will find a vacancy , a place to fill in my life....
or if they only pass through, never putting down roots.
HE said, she said
I can only love God as much as I love myself, and I can only love myself as much as I KNOW that HE loves me. I cannot give to God, or anyone else what I do not possess. I have no love to give Him, or anyone else, until I receive Love from Him. It takes God to Love God..... HE says that HE IS Love.... so only God can Love God! If I'm not sure of, convinced of and full of the knowledge, fact and Truth of His Love for me, then I am unable to love.... Him, or anyone else.
HE says I am Beloved.... I BELIEVE Him Dan 9:23 NKJV
HE says I am Beautiful....I BELIEVE Him Song of Solomon 6:4 NKJV
HE says I am Amazing.... I BELIEVE Him Ps 139:13-16 NKJV
HE says He will NEVER abandon me.... I BELIEVE Him Deut. 31:6 NKJV
HE says the KINGDOM of Heaven (righteous, peace and joy Rom 14:17 NKJV) is IN ME.... I BELIVE Him Luke 17:21 Amplified
HE says HE has given me "authority and power to trample on serpents and scorpions and physical and mental strength and ablilty above ALL the power that the enemy possesses and NOTHING will in any way harm" me.... I BELIEVE Him Luke 10:19 Amplified
HE says my faith (my trust and confidence that springs from my belief in God) has restored me to health.... I BELIEVE Him Luke 17:19 Amplified Matt. 9:22 NKJV
HE says, "Don't BEGIN by traveling to some far-off place to convert unbelievers. And don't be dramatic by tackling some public enemy. Go to the lost, confused people right here in the neighborhood. Tell them that the KINGDOM IS HERE. Bring health to the sick. Raise the dead. Touch the untouchables. Kick out the demons. You have been treated generously, so live generously. "
"Don't think you have to put on a fund-raising campaign BEFORE you start. You don't need a lot of equipment. YOU are the equipment, and all you need to keep going is three meals a day. Travel light..." I BELIEVE Him Matt. 10:5-10 The Message Bible
He asked me, "Do you really BELIEVE I can do this?" I said, "YES Master!" He touched my eyes and said, "BECOME WHAT YOU BELIEVE" It hapened! Matt 9:28-29 The Message Bible
P.S. I'm working on the "traveling light" part!
HE said to preach that "the Kingdom of Heaven is HERE, NOW".... I BELIEVE Him, so I will. Matt. 10:7 NKJV
One of the coolest things about BELIEVING is it frustrates the crap out of the enemy and just totally messes up his plans! Go ahead, mess him up.... BELIEVE!
Blessings on you, Yeshua Loves you!
April 17, 2009
HE says I am Beloved.... I BELIEVE Him Dan 9:23 NKJV
HE says I am Beautiful....I BELIEVE Him Song of Solomon 6:4 NKJV
HE says I am Amazing.... I BELIEVE Him Ps 139:13-16 NKJV
HE says He will NEVER abandon me.... I BELIEVE Him Deut. 31:6 NKJV
HE says the KINGDOM of Heaven (righteous, peace and joy Rom 14:17 NKJV) is IN ME.... I BELIVE Him Luke 17:21 Amplified
HE says HE has given me "authority and power to trample on serpents and scorpions and physical and mental strength and ablilty above ALL the power that the enemy possesses and NOTHING will in any way harm" me.... I BELIEVE Him Luke 10:19 Amplified
HE says my faith (my trust and confidence that springs from my belief in God) has restored me to health.... I BELIEVE Him Luke 17:19 Amplified Matt. 9:22 NKJV
HE says, "Don't BEGIN by traveling to some far-off place to convert unbelievers. And don't be dramatic by tackling some public enemy. Go to the lost, confused people right here in the neighborhood. Tell them that the KINGDOM IS HERE. Bring health to the sick. Raise the dead. Touch the untouchables. Kick out the demons. You have been treated generously, so live generously. "
"Don't think you have to put on a fund-raising campaign BEFORE you start. You don't need a lot of equipment. YOU are the equipment, and all you need to keep going is three meals a day. Travel light..." I BELIEVE Him Matt. 10:5-10 The Message Bible
He asked me, "Do you really BELIEVE I can do this?" I said, "YES Master!" He touched my eyes and said, "BECOME WHAT YOU BELIEVE" It hapened! Matt 9:28-29 The Message Bible
P.S. I'm working on the "traveling light" part!
HE said to preach that "the Kingdom of Heaven is HERE, NOW".... I BELIEVE Him, so I will. Matt. 10:7 NKJV
One of the coolest things about BELIEVING is it frustrates the crap out of the enemy and just totally messes up his plans! Go ahead, mess him up.... BELIEVE!
Blessings on you, Yeshua Loves you!
April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tears From Heaven
Nov 2002
Raindrops fall from heaven I think
I try to count them.....
One
Two
Three
But they fall too fast
Dropping to the ground, shattering like diamonds encased in glass
They shatter and stretch out to touch eacht other
The touch, reaching, stretching for each other
The shattered pieces become one as they meld together...
One
Two
Three
Raindrops fall to comfort the earth as it mourns
They have dripped form the very chin of God as He cries out....
One
Two
Three
They die so fast we cannot count them
But He does, and He sheds tears for everyone of them...
One
Two
Three
Another baby just died, and God cried.....
did you?
Raindrops fall from heaven I think
I try to count them.....
One
Two
Three
But they fall too fast
Dropping to the ground, shattering like diamonds encased in glass
They shatter and stretch out to touch eacht other
The touch, reaching, stretching for each other
The shattered pieces become one as they meld together...
One
Two
Three
Raindrops fall to comfort the earth as it mourns
They have dripped form the very chin of God as He cries out....
One
Two
Three
They die so fast we cannot count them
But He does, and He sheds tears for everyone of them...
One
Two
Three
Another baby just died, and God cried.....
did you?
With You Jeremiah....
Whippoorwills' calls, cool evening breezes, homemade ice cream and rabbits on the lawn at dusk
Bumblebees kissing dasies, summer rain dripping from a big old oak tree and lightening parting the clouds
The gentle nudge and nuzzle of a sleek, prancing horse, a dog napping on the porch and a rainbow after a late afternoon summer shower
A cat playing with a cricket, cold, clear water flowing over smooth stones and ripe, juicy watermelons
The melody of windchimes while we swing on the porch, crisp fresh laundry flapping in the breeze and clouds that look like whipped cream in a sky of blue that matches your eyes
Picking strawberries from a garden we planted, a mother hen followed by a chirping stripe of fluffy yellow chicks, a rusting old tractor by a an even older barn and the smell of fresh homade bread cooling on the kitchen table
A clear star filled night punctuated with a glorious shooting star, a blazing orange sunset, marshmellows roasting over a campfire and sleeping in a tent
Snowflakes on birds's wings, a full moon on a snowy winter night, a crackling fire and cups of hot chocolate by the hearth while we snuggle under a cozy old quilt
A candle softly flickering, crisp red apples, rolling in piles of autum leaves, pumpkins with smiling faces and raindrops pattering on a tin roof
Christmas lights, a homemade cake with thick fudge icing, frozen streams, footprints in the snow, buttery popcorn and one more bedtime story
Squirrels in the tree outside the window, wild dogwoods in full bloom and tiny speckled birdeggs in crisp lacy brown nests
Big yellow butterflys dancing on air, fresh baked cookies and cold lemonade, sand between our toes and waves splashing our noses, jumping in puddles and wild pink roses
These Jeremiah, are just a few of the things I wish I could have shared with you. But one day.... one day, we will share all of these things and more in eternity. Happy Birthday Jeremiah Dec. 2003
Bumblebees kissing dasies, summer rain dripping from a big old oak tree and lightening parting the clouds
The gentle nudge and nuzzle of a sleek, prancing horse, a dog napping on the porch and a rainbow after a late afternoon summer shower
A cat playing with a cricket, cold, clear water flowing over smooth stones and ripe, juicy watermelons
The melody of windchimes while we swing on the porch, crisp fresh laundry flapping in the breeze and clouds that look like whipped cream in a sky of blue that matches your eyes
Picking strawberries from a garden we planted, a mother hen followed by a chirping stripe of fluffy yellow chicks, a rusting old tractor by a an even older barn and the smell of fresh homade bread cooling on the kitchen table
A clear star filled night punctuated with a glorious shooting star, a blazing orange sunset, marshmellows roasting over a campfire and sleeping in a tent
Snowflakes on birds's wings, a full moon on a snowy winter night, a crackling fire and cups of hot chocolate by the hearth while we snuggle under a cozy old quilt
A candle softly flickering, crisp red apples, rolling in piles of autum leaves, pumpkins with smiling faces and raindrops pattering on a tin roof
Christmas lights, a homemade cake with thick fudge icing, frozen streams, footprints in the snow, buttery popcorn and one more bedtime story
Squirrels in the tree outside the window, wild dogwoods in full bloom and tiny speckled birdeggs in crisp lacy brown nests
Big yellow butterflys dancing on air, fresh baked cookies and cold lemonade, sand between our toes and waves splashing our noses, jumping in puddles and wild pink roses
These Jeremiah, are just a few of the things I wish I could have shared with you. But one day.... one day, we will share all of these things and more in eternity. Happy Birthday Jeremiah Dec. 2003
Compromise = Death of a Dream
I cannot drive a parked car
I cannot ride a horse that's tied to a post
I cannot make a bicycle move if I don't pedal it
I cannot get out of a room if I don't go through the door
I cannot fly if I don't jump out of the plane
I cannot know joy if I have not first known dispair
I cannot know peace if I have not first known turmoil
I cannot know healing if I have not first know pain
I cannot know Love if I have not first known rejection
I cannot know victory if I refuse to go to war
I will not go to war if I choose to compromise
If I choose to compromise I concede to an outcome that is derogatory to
the dreams He has planted in me.
"The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving."
Ulysses S. Grant (remember 'who' your enemy is, he 'appears' in human form)
Provervbs 29:25 The Message Bible
The fear of human opinion disables; Trusting God protects you from that. The fear of man is a snare; once you are snared you'll never hear God.
I cannot ride a horse that's tied to a post
I cannot make a bicycle move if I don't pedal it
I cannot get out of a room if I don't go through the door
I cannot fly if I don't jump out of the plane
I cannot know joy if I have not first known dispair
I cannot know peace if I have not first known turmoil
I cannot know healing if I have not first know pain
I cannot know Love if I have not first known rejection
I cannot know victory if I refuse to go to war
I will not go to war if I choose to compromise
If I choose to compromise I concede to an outcome that is derogatory to
the dreams He has planted in me.
"The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving."
Ulysses S. Grant (remember 'who' your enemy is, he 'appears' in human form)
Provervbs 29:25 The Message Bible
The fear of human opinion disables; Trusting God protects you from that. The fear of man is a snare; once you are snared you'll never hear God.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Stained Glass
I'm not sure how, when or where but somewhere in our lives we are sold the lie that brokenness is bad. For a lot of us it probably started long ago in our childhood when we got "the glare" for breaking grandma's china or when an angry neighbor came over to ask if we knew what happened to his broken living room window.
All our eyes see are the shattered, fragmented peices of our lives and we believe we're finished. BUT GOD sees those same peices, places them in the palm of His hand and gently melds them together with His Love, then He steps back and the Light of His Glory streams forth.... through a brand new stained glass windwow..... stained by His Blood, not our sins.
All our eyes see are the shattered, fragmented peices of our lives and we believe we're finished. BUT GOD sees those same peices, places them in the palm of His hand and gently melds them together with His Love, then He steps back and the Light of His Glory streams forth.... through a brand new stained glass windwow..... stained by His Blood, not our sins.
Verisimilar
April 13, 09
If truth is real why do we cling to what is not?
If truth can set us, and others, free why do we avoid it?
If truth can break the chains that imprison why do we keep others bound?
If truth is Light why do we choose to keep ourselves, and others, in darkness?
If verity is priceless, is silence costly?
If He lives in us and He is truth, why do we keep silent?
If truth heals why do we choose silence wounding ourselves, and others?
If one uses silence like veracity is he afraid to speak the truth?
Romans 1:18 Amplified Bible
For God's holy wrath and indignation are revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who in their wickedness repress and hinder the truth and make it inoperative.
If truth is real why do we cling to what is not?
If truth can set us, and others, free why do we avoid it?
If truth can break the chains that imprison why do we keep others bound?
If truth is Light why do we choose to keep ourselves, and others, in darkness?
If verity is priceless, is silence costly?
If He lives in us and He is truth, why do we keep silent?
If truth heals why do we choose silence wounding ourselves, and others?
If one uses silence like veracity is he afraid to speak the truth?
Romans 1:18 Amplified Bible
For God's holy wrath and indignation are revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who in their wickedness repress and hinder the truth and make it inoperative.
Broken
Jan 12, 09
I am an alabaster box and I lay broken before You, my King
I sacrifice my fragrant offering to You
I offer up to You the fragrance of thanksgiving
I offer up to You my forgiveness of those who've hurt me
I lay broken before You, my King, dashed to peices by blows of rejection,
abandonment, deception
My fragrance of forgiveness wafts up in wispy, smokey, glittering vapors
That swirl around Your Throne
My fragrance of worship poured out on You, my King, engulfs my pain....
and I am healed
Though darkness surrounds me, there is Light....
It blazes forth from the broken alabaster box
As I am broken, You - The Light - blaze forth in liquid brillance that devours darkness
Break me that I may be a fragrance to You my King
Break me that I may be a Light for You
Let me waste my life on You, forever at Your feet
In brokenness I am made whole
I am an alabaster box and I lay broken before You, my King
I sacrifice my fragrant offering to You
I offer up to You the fragrance of thanksgiving
I offer up to You my forgiveness of those who've hurt me
I lay broken before You, my King, dashed to peices by blows of rejection,
abandonment, deception
My fragrance of forgiveness wafts up in wispy, smokey, glittering vapors
That swirl around Your Throne
My fragrance of worship poured out on You, my King, engulfs my pain....
and I am healed
Though darkness surrounds me, there is Light....
It blazes forth from the broken alabaster box
As I am broken, You - The Light - blaze forth in liquid brillance that devours darkness
Break me that I may be a fragrance to You my King
Break me that I may be a Light for You
Let me waste my life on You, forever at Your feet
In brokenness I am made whole
When We Beheld Each Other
Jan 09
No matter how old the memory gets of the first time we beheld each other face to face it will always be fresh in my heart
That deep intimate secret place that belongs to only you
I wondered if you'd be there.... if you'd even come at all
And if you did and you saw me.... would you turn away apalled
I'll never let go the magic of that click of eternity's camera
I go back in time to that moment when I looked into your eyes
I felt as if I were falling into your soul
I couldn't look away for fear you'd disappear
I wondered if you saw me the way I saw you
I wondered what you felt for me.... did you feel anything at all
I see your smile, your eyes of brown
Your very presence seemed to fill the place
You were real you did exist
But still I wondered.... did I exist for you
I'll never forget the first time we beheld each other face to face
It will always be fresh in my heart
It belongs only to you... that deep intimate place
Where only One has been and He resides...
And beckons you to come inside... know me....
And allow me to know you....
And together we will know Him
No matter how old the memory gets of the first time we beheld each other face to face it will always be fresh in my heart
That deep intimate secret place that belongs to only you
I wondered if you'd be there.... if you'd even come at all
And if you did and you saw me.... would you turn away apalled
I'll never let go the magic of that click of eternity's camera
I go back in time to that moment when I looked into your eyes
I felt as if I were falling into your soul
I couldn't look away for fear you'd disappear
I wondered if you saw me the way I saw you
I wondered what you felt for me.... did you feel anything at all
I see your smile, your eyes of brown
Your very presence seemed to fill the place
You were real you did exist
But still I wondered.... did I exist for you
I'll never forget the first time we beheld each other face to face
It will always be fresh in my heart
It belongs only to you... that deep intimate place
Where only One has been and He resides...
And beckons you to come inside... know me....
And allow me to know you....
And together we will know Him
Going to Elsewhen! Oct 28, 08
With my spirit first Your Words I hear
Then my heart grabs the sound like a pulsing ear
From my heart Your Words rise up and I begin to speak
Rolling waves of sound building to a peak
I'm breaking through I'm breaking in
I'm breaking the sound barrier going to Elsewhen
I see the sounds, I see Your Mind
I'm leaving all my past behind
I"m breaking the sound barrier with words of destiny
You opened my ears so I could hear Let It Be
Now You've opened my eyes and Your sounds I can see
The night has turned to day and morning has come
It's no longer a thought, a word... IT'S DONE
I'm breaking though I'm breaking in
I'm breaking the sound barrier going to Elsewhen
I see the sounds I see Your Mind
I'm leaving all my past behind
I'm breaking the sound barrier with words of destiny
I've broken the sound barrier cause I speak what YOU said
Words YOU said to my heart, not words from my head
I'm seeing sound I see sound happen I can call Your Kingdom down
What I said, I see and it's happening all around
It's time to speak and see sound happen
Morning has come night has gone
It's time to sing a new song
Morning has come I see Your destiny for me descending from Your Throne
Then my heart grabs the sound like a pulsing ear
From my heart Your Words rise up and I begin to speak
Rolling waves of sound building to a peak
I'm breaking through I'm breaking in
I'm breaking the sound barrier going to Elsewhen
I see the sounds, I see Your Mind
I'm leaving all my past behind
I"m breaking the sound barrier with words of destiny
You opened my ears so I could hear Let It Be
Now You've opened my eyes and Your sounds I can see
The night has turned to day and morning has come
It's no longer a thought, a word... IT'S DONE
I'm breaking though I'm breaking in
I'm breaking the sound barrier going to Elsewhen
I see the sounds I see Your Mind
I'm leaving all my past behind
I'm breaking the sound barrier with words of destiny
I've broken the sound barrier cause I speak what YOU said
Words YOU said to my heart, not words from my head
I'm seeing sound I see sound happen I can call Your Kingdom down
What I said, I see and it's happening all around
It's time to speak and see sound happen
Morning has come night has gone
It's time to sing a new song
Morning has come I see Your destiny for me descending from Your Throne
Wishes
Sept 30, 08
I wish the steps You ask me to take were from stone to stone, a sure thing I could see. But the steps YOU ask me to take are into nothingness... no rock, no ground, not even a limb! Just black, bottomless nothingness.
I wish I could always remember that You are already there and You can see in the dark because You are Light. But I forget and start to blindly grope instead of just holding to Your hand. I can't see and I start to panic and want to run back to what I know, what is familiar.
I wish that what You want to to do could be done in my own strength. Then I wouldn't need anyone else and wouldn't have to ask for help or depend on anyone but me. But You always ask for something that I don't even know how to do, and You want me to move mountains, with only my heart!
I wish I had more backbone, and not so much wishbone, then I I know I could fly instead of fall..... I'd run in the dark.... and I'd grab my brothers' and my sisters' hand and say to them, "together we can do it!"
I wish, I wish, I wish.
I wish the steps You ask me to take were from stone to stone, a sure thing I could see. But the steps YOU ask me to take are into nothingness... no rock, no ground, not even a limb! Just black, bottomless nothingness.
I wish I could always remember that You are already there and You can see in the dark because You are Light. But I forget and start to blindly grope instead of just holding to Your hand. I can't see and I start to panic and want to run back to what I know, what is familiar.
I wish that what You want to to do could be done in my own strength. Then I wouldn't need anyone else and wouldn't have to ask for help or depend on anyone but me. But You always ask for something that I don't even know how to do, and You want me to move mountains, with only my heart!
I wish I had more backbone, and not so much wishbone, then I I know I could fly instead of fall..... I'd run in the dark.... and I'd grab my brothers' and my sisters' hand and say to them, "together we can do it!"
I wish, I wish, I wish.
Burn
Sept. 08
The candle's flame flickers bright and dances in the night. Will I shine and burn and dance when I am surrounded by blackest night? When I can't see where my foot steps and I can't hear the music's beat will I still dance and sway to the Breath that spoke me into being?
The candle's flame can see no light and the brightest star is but a flicker. A shooting star last but a second, yet it makes people smile and holds them in awe. I know Poppa smiles too each time He flings one across the night sky.
I want to make YOU smile Poppa as I burn and flicker and explode into dazzling Light, as I fling myself into the darkest night. I want to burn and shine with the Fire of Your Love as I dance across the dark, and watch You smile as the darkness flees from the Light of Your Love shining thought me, in the darkest of night.
The candle's flame flickers bright and dances in the night. Will I shine and burn and dance when I am surrounded by blackest night? When I can't see where my foot steps and I can't hear the music's beat will I still dance and sway to the Breath that spoke me into being?
The candle's flame can see no light and the brightest star is but a flicker. A shooting star last but a second, yet it makes people smile and holds them in awe. I know Poppa smiles too each time He flings one across the night sky.
I want to make YOU smile Poppa as I burn and flicker and explode into dazzling Light, as I fling myself into the darkest night. I want to burn and shine with the Fire of Your Love as I dance across the dark, and watch You smile as the darkness flees from the Light of Your Love shining thought me, in the darkest of night.
THERE
Let me hear Your Voice
I ache to know Your Touch
Your Love has overwhelmed me.... undone me
I offer You my tears, they're all I have to give
Let Your Touch carress my spirit
I feel you under my skin.... I am no longer my own
I come in, I come up, I am swallowed by Your Heart
You lift me from Your Feet and hold me close
I am Your Bride, take me to Your Chambers.... ravish me with Your Love
You know me... yet You Love me
You see me.... yet You desire me
You hear me... yet You smile at me
Please, no more let us be apart Jesus, my Bridegroom
You Voice causes my heart to beat
Your Breath is my breath
Your heart beat has become my heart beat
My Security is in Who You are GOD
You are the most faithful person I've ever known..... and will ever know
I stretch out in Your Hand, I rest THERE
I let myself go THERE, I have no fear THERE
I am always Loved THERE, I am always beautiful THERE
I am always wanted THERE, always Loved THERE
I ache to know Your Touch
Your Love has overwhelmed me.... undone me
I offer You my tears, they're all I have to give
Let Your Touch carress my spirit
I feel you under my skin.... I am no longer my own
I come in, I come up, I am swallowed by Your Heart
You lift me from Your Feet and hold me close
I am Your Bride, take me to Your Chambers.... ravish me with Your Love
You know me... yet You Love me
You see me.... yet You desire me
You hear me... yet You smile at me
Please, no more let us be apart Jesus, my Bridegroom
You Voice causes my heart to beat
Your Breath is my breath
Your heart beat has become my heart beat
My Security is in Who You are GOD
You are the most faithful person I've ever known..... and will ever know
I stretch out in Your Hand, I rest THERE
I let myself go THERE, I have no fear THERE
I am always Loved THERE, I am always beautiful THERE
I am always wanted THERE, always Loved THERE
Friday, April 10, 2009
Love sees me!
Oct,. 28, 2008
You paint rainbows and breathe out clouds
You stroll on tidal waves and ride the wind like men ride horses
Your Voice shakes the universe and tosses mountains into the ocean
Your Eyes melt stars and Your Face is brighter than the sun
Your thoughts hold back the sea and Your Words become lightening bolts
You can hide an army under Your robe and in Your sight I am but a grain of sand
BUT You carress my heart like a feather brushes snow
Your Eyes capture mine and I am drawn inside,
deeper than my thoughts I fall into Your Mind
You Love me! YOU LOVE ME!
You are Love and I see You
I see Love.... but best of all...
Love sees me!
You paint rainbows and breathe out clouds
You stroll on tidal waves and ride the wind like men ride horses
Your Voice shakes the universe and tosses mountains into the ocean
Your Eyes melt stars and Your Face is brighter than the sun
Your thoughts hold back the sea and Your Words become lightening bolts
You can hide an army under Your robe and in Your sight I am but a grain of sand
BUT You carress my heart like a feather brushes snow
Your Eyes capture mine and I am drawn inside,
deeper than my thoughts I fall into Your Mind
You Love me! YOU LOVE ME!
You are Love and I see You
I see Love.... but best of all...
Love sees me!
Offering
Sept. 30, 2008
I can't offer you perfection and sometimes I'm not sure we're going in the same direction. I know sometimes you get blue because of things I say and do. I don't always get it right and sometimes that makes for a long, tough night. But my respect for you grows every day and I belive I can trust you, in every way.
Sometimes the things I say just don't come out right and istead of a kiss it must seem like a bite. When I forget that we don't always think the same you must feel like you've been hit by a train. No matter how it seems I know you work hard to give me all the best and everything you do is because you want me blessed.
I wish I could do and say everything exactly right and never cause you to feel like you need to fight or flight. I wish you knew how much I respect you and how I relive all you say and do. I can't offer you perfection, but I offer you respect..... and that I will strive to never neglect.
I can't offer you perfection and sometimes I'm not sure we're going in the same direction. I know sometimes you get blue because of things I say and do. I don't always get it right and sometimes that makes for a long, tough night. But my respect for you grows every day and I belive I can trust you, in every way.
Sometimes the things I say just don't come out right and istead of a kiss it must seem like a bite. When I forget that we don't always think the same you must feel like you've been hit by a train. No matter how it seems I know you work hard to give me all the best and everything you do is because you want me blessed.
I wish I could do and say everything exactly right and never cause you to feel like you need to fight or flight. I wish you knew how much I respect you and how I relive all you say and do. I can't offer you perfection, but I offer you respect..... and that I will strive to never neglect.
UN-promises
Sept. 17, 2008
I won't promise to stay the same, the way you know me now. Because I believe there's more to come, that I can be more... somehow.
I won't promise to never change, to always be the same. Because I believe you deserve more. To be more for you should be my aim.
I won't promise to never let you down, to never make you mad. Because I believe that we all make mistakes, so sometimes our best efforts can turn out bad.
I won't promise to have all the answers or to know what's on your mind. Because I believe that none of us have any of the answers and without Him we all are blind.
BUT, I promise that my love for you will grow and respect for you will never wane. Because I belive that love is a choice and love will always involve pain.
I believe this because the greatest Love was a choice to endure pain.... pain like we have never known. And this great Love came down to us from the highest and mightest Throne.
Love is a Person and He lives through me.... He lives thorough you.
Love is not what we DO
Love is Who He is
I promise to let Him Love you through me
I promise to respect you.... always.
I won't promise to stay the same, the way you know me now. Because I believe there's more to come, that I can be more... somehow.
I won't promise to never change, to always be the same. Because I believe you deserve more. To be more for you should be my aim.
I won't promise to never let you down, to never make you mad. Because I believe that we all make mistakes, so sometimes our best efforts can turn out bad.
I won't promise to have all the answers or to know what's on your mind. Because I believe that none of us have any of the answers and without Him we all are blind.
BUT, I promise that my love for you will grow and respect for you will never wane. Because I belive that love is a choice and love will always involve pain.
I believe this because the greatest Love was a choice to endure pain.... pain like we have never known. And this great Love came down to us from the highest and mightest Throne.
Love is a Person and He lives through me.... He lives thorough you.
Love is not what we DO
Love is Who He is
I promise to let Him Love you through me
I promise to respect you.... always.
What if.... if we just believed?
What would happen if we just dared to BELIEVE? Edison believed... Otis believed... Salk believed.... Franklin belived... Lincoln believed... Carver believed... Curie believed.... Mother Teresa believed... Heidi Baker believed... Abraham believed... Joseph believed... Esther believed... David believed... Ruth believed... Moses believed... Mary believed and Jesus was born.
What will happen if I BELIEVE?
What will happen if I BELIEVE?
The Journey
March 12, 08
The journey was, is and will be filled with a plethora of destinations, and He is there... in each and every one... as I AM. Where I have been, I now am. Where I am, I was. Where I will be, I have been... and am. I am learning to remember my future even better than I remember my past!
The journey was, is and will be filled with a plethora of destinations, and He is there... in each and every one... as I AM. Where I have been, I now am. Where I am, I was. Where I will be, I have been... and am. I am learning to remember my future even better than I remember my past!
Ribbons of Honey
April 22, 2007
Ribbons of Honey in hues of blue,
green,
gold,
white,
and lavender
swirl around me. They are seperate.... yet joined.... liquid... yet solid.... sometimes they are mists, vapors of brilliant, dazzling Light.
Ribbons of Honey, flowing from above immerse me,
surround me,
veil me,
infiltrate me
bathing me in the irrdescence of glory,
wisdom,
purity,
royalty,
peace that is not understandable..... prosperity in every way.
Ribbons of Honey flow down on me.
Ribbons of Honey in hues of blue,
green,
gold,
white,
and lavender
swirl around me. They are seperate.... yet joined.... liquid... yet solid.... sometimes they are mists, vapors of brilliant, dazzling Light.
Ribbons of Honey, flowing from above immerse me,
surround me,
veil me,
infiltrate me
bathing me in the irrdescence of glory,
wisdom,
purity,
royalty,
peace that is not understandable..... prosperity in every way.
Ribbons of Honey flow down on me.
If Only
Sept 15 2006
If only someone knew the place from which I've come.......
they they'd understand the pain which drove me to do the things I've done.
If only someone knew how hard I've had to fight....
then they'd know why I run to be in the Light.... of His Love.
If only someone knew the stinging, hurtful words I've had to hear....
then they they'd know why I used to fear to let anyone close.
If only someone knew the part of me that longed to be free....
then they'd know why I ran away.
He knew.... He knows..... but He saw me as I could be....
not what I was then.
Now, I see me as HE sees me.... His Eyes are my mirror..... and I love what I see relflected back at me. I am caught up in His Eyes.
If only someone knew the place from which I've come.......
they they'd understand the pain which drove me to do the things I've done.
If only someone knew how hard I've had to fight....
then they'd know why I run to be in the Light.... of His Love.
If only someone knew the stinging, hurtful words I've had to hear....
then they they'd know why I used to fear to let anyone close.
If only someone knew the part of me that longed to be free....
then they'd know why I ran away.
He knew.... He knows..... but He saw me as I could be....
not what I was then.
Now, I see me as HE sees me.... His Eyes are my mirror..... and I love what I see relflected back at me. I am caught up in His Eyes.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
What do you see?
WHAT GOD CAN GET YOU TO SEE IS WHAT YOU CAN BECOME!
If you don't see yourself as God sees you, you won't have the strength to stand before Pharoah.
My future is not in the rearview mirror. I have to let go of the past in order to ready myself for the future. I BELIEVE that I have a wonderful future ahead of me!
If you don't see yourself as God sees you, you won't have the strength to stand before Pharoah.
My future is not in the rearview mirror. I have to let go of the past in order to ready myself for the future. I BELIEVE that I have a wonderful future ahead of me!
Silken Steel
Silken Steel
His hands are strong enough to move mountains, or to hold back the waters of a sea. His hands flung the enemy from heaven to the earth in the time it takes for lightening to flash. Yet these same hands scooped up dirt and gently molded it into the shape of a man and tenderly lifted it to His lips and breathed Life into it.
His hand can hide the sun from our view and then gently anoint my head with His precious oil. His hands can shut the mouths of lions and keep them shut, yet His hands can open ther tiniest bud to bring a flower into full bloom.
His hands are silken steel; strong beyond belief, yet soft and gentle as a whisper. His hands are so big I can snuggle into them like a big warm bed, yet His hands can reach inside me and tenderly massage my heart, heal every wound in it and make every scar of disappointment vanish. His hands..... those hands with the nail holes in them.
His hands are strong enough to move mountains, or to hold back the waters of a sea. His hands flung the enemy from heaven to the earth in the time it takes for lightening to flash. Yet these same hands scooped up dirt and gently molded it into the shape of a man and tenderly lifted it to His lips and breathed Life into it.
His hand can hide the sun from our view and then gently anoint my head with His precious oil. His hands can shut the mouths of lions and keep them shut, yet His hands can open ther tiniest bud to bring a flower into full bloom.
His hands are silken steel; strong beyond belief, yet soft and gentle as a whisper. His hands are so big I can snuggle into them like a big warm bed, yet His hands can reach inside me and tenderly massage my heart, heal every wound in it and make every scar of disappointment vanish. His hands..... those hands with the nail holes in them.
Hope, Fuel For A Tired Soul
A person who has hope just can't be defeated. No matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, I'm never going to quit hoping. I'm not going to give up my hope that someday I can have all that is rightfully mine in Jesus the Christ (the Anointing). I am not going to give up hope that someday I'll be exactly who He created me to be and I'll have His Character, have the peace He died to give me and be so full of joy that it just bubbles out of me and spills onto everyone around me.
I want to expect great things from God, do great exploits for God... and I'm going to keep hoping!
Christian living is not a self-improvement program. When growth or change is our focus, our focus is on ourselves.... not on Jesus. Is my goal to really get to know Jesus better and to further His Kingdom, or to make me feel good about myself?
Convinced of God's control over every detail of my life, peace is the presence of faith even when the world around me is screaming that there is no reason to believe. The very presence of a trial in my life is proof to me that there is something in me very precious to my Lord; else He would not spend so much time on me.
God made us the way we are in order to use us as HE planned. Challenges are like storms; everything is more beautiful when they have passed! Eagles love storms. They fly right into them and ride the most powerful wind currents they can find until they are flying higher than every before.... and looking down at the storm. From that persepctive they can see where the storm is going and what it is doing. They are seeing with God's Eye and mounting up close to the Son.
God has NO PROBLEMS, ONLY PLANS!
The really happy person is the one who can enjoy the scenery while on a detour. God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
Keturah 1999
A person who has hope just can't be defeated. No matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, I'm never going to quit hoping. I'm not going to give up my hope that someday I can have all that is rightfully mine in Jesus the Christ (the Anointing). I am not going to give up hope that someday I'll be exactly who He created me to be and I'll have His Character, have the peace He died to give me and be so full of joy that it just bubbles out of me and spills onto everyone around me.
I want to expect great things from God, do great exploits for God... and I'm going to keep hoping!
Christian living is not a self-improvement program. When growth or change is our focus, our focus is on ourselves.... not on Jesus. Is my goal to really get to know Jesus better and to further His Kingdom, or to make me feel good about myself?
Convinced of God's control over every detail of my life, peace is the presence of faith even when the world around me is screaming that there is no reason to believe. The very presence of a trial in my life is proof to me that there is something in me very precious to my Lord; else He would not spend so much time on me.
God made us the way we are in order to use us as HE planned. Challenges are like storms; everything is more beautiful when they have passed! Eagles love storms. They fly right into them and ride the most powerful wind currents they can find until they are flying higher than every before.... and looking down at the storm. From that persepctive they can see where the storm is going and what it is doing. They are seeing with God's Eye and mounting up close to the Son.
God has NO PROBLEMS, ONLY PLANS!
The really happy person is the one who can enjoy the scenery while on a detour. God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
Keturah 1999
Touch Me, My Lion, Letting Go, The Ice Bridge, How Much
Monday Jan 19, 2004 Touch Me
Touch Me God, touch my heart with the satin of Your passion. Let me feel Your breath on my neck as You caress my mind with Your thoughts. Let me see You, know You, experience You as the wild, free, risk taking God You are. I want to be a child again, Your child, in my thoughts about what is fun, about the wonder of Your creation, about the beauty of who You made me to be. I want to see angels, to live more in the spiritual realm, to not be practical, to hear Your voice EVERY time You speak to me. I want to dance in the rain, fall in the snow, play in the mud and lay in sun bathed meadows of flowers with You, the Lover of my soul. Come Lord Jesus, romance me my King. Here is my heart, I am Yours.
August 2006 My Lion
My Lion A layer of innocence has been ripped from my soul. My mind, my spirit, and my emotions lay bruised... bleeding....alone. So I run, run to my Lion. I wrap my arms around His strong, thick neck and bury my face in His golden, flowing mane. As He nuzzles against me I hear His deep, yet soft purring.
Then, as His soul touches mine He feels the rawness... He sees the bruising.... He smells the blood....I feel the thick, rippling muscles in His neck stiffen as He lifts His head and with His teeth bared he ROARS! A roar that shakes not only the earth but heaven and hell as well. His beloved, His princess has been ravaged by the enemy and His eyes blaze with a fierceness that I've never seen. The one He loves has been deeply wounded and now He is poised and ready to counter attack... .to defend... to rescue.. to guard.... to protect... to vindicate.... to redeem. While He growls and roars at the enemy He purrs and gently nuzzles me and as I cling to Him... my face buried in His mane. With my Lion, am I safe. Snuggled warmly in His mane I fall asleep listening to His purr.
Sept. 1, 2006 Letting Go
I find peace in letting go
When I let go I am free to fall.... free to fall into His arms... free to dance with wild abandonment to the music of His love.
I find rest in letting go
When I let go there's no more struggle.... no more fight.... sweet sleep carries me through the night.
I find healing in letting go
When I let go I let everyone off the hook.... when I don't blame you and I don't blame me.... there's no more blame to make us lame.
I find death in letting go
When I let go I die... a death to self and flesh.... to being in control.... to calling all the shots.... to having my own way.
When I let go I can dance, I can fly, I can run and never fall
When I let go sin lets go of me
When I let go my hand is free to be held by yours.
Tuesday May 6, 2008 The Ice Bridge
I stand on the edge, at the end of all my yesterdays.... my past, and all it holds, behind me. Before me in the distance, both near and far, I see my future. It beckons me to step into it... out of black and white into a Kingdom of vibrant colors, sounds, sights and smells. I see Jesus there and he beckons me, "Come, COME ON! I am waiting for you!" He is beautiful, His countance is brighter than the sun. I look down... a deep, wide chasm lies between me and my future... still He beckons me to come, to cross over, to pass over into the new, into my destiny here on earth.
I look down again... a bridge of sparkling ice covers the chasm. It glistens in the Light of His love. I lift my foot to step out. The voice of fear whispers into my ear, "What if it cracks? What if it breaks open and you fall through?" For a moment I am paralyzed, unable to to move. Then I hear His voice, His soft, sweet yet deep voice.... "I will not let you fall through, I won't allow your foot to slip. Trust Me" and He extends His hand to me. With fear clutching at my shoulders and shouting at me "what if..." I begin to walk forward. With each step fear's grip loosens... fear's voice grows fainter. My eyes are fixed , focused on His eyes of fire. I reach for His extended hand, my steps grow faster, each one more sure than the last. My heart begins to beat in gloriours rythm with His. Fear's grip is no longer able to reach me. I no longer hear Fear's voice... I only hear His voice saying, "COME, COME ON! I've been waiting for you! Even though I Am here I've been there, beside you along. I AM in your future... waiting for you to arrive." I look back.... the ice bridge is melting. It fades away and drips into the chasm as the blinding Light of His love shines down on me. "Don't look back" He says. "The bridge to your past has melted... there is no way back to your past... look to your future... to your destiny... a glorious future prepared by Me awaits you. My heart longs to give you My best. What is here, now, for you is beyond your wildest imagination, your deepest longing, your most cherished dreams. You are here... in your future. Your destiny is here! Walk in it... you are here!
He holds me tightly in His strong, yet gentle embrace. He holds my head, carressing my hair.... He kisses my face and as He nuzzles His head to mine He says, "I've waited for you so long. I've wanted you to be here, right here beside Me for so long. Now My heart bursts with joy as I give you your destiny. I've wanted to give this to you for so long. It is My pleasure to give you the Kingdom.... now walk in it on earth... it is yours forever more... walk in it NOW!"
Sunday August 3, 2008 How Much?
Jesus asks, "How much of Me do you want? You can have as much of Me as you want.
How much of Me can you not live without? You can have that much... and more.
How much of Me do you desire? You can have your desire for Me filled... but never quenched.
How much of Me will you embrace? You can never hold Me too tightly.
How much of Me do you want? You can have as much of me that you can't live without."
Sunday August 3, 2008 Will You?
Your presence draws me and I lay myself at your feet
Will you cover me with the corner of your robe?
I long to give myself to you completely
Will you take all of me, even the parts I long to hide?
I have nothing to offer you execpt brokenness
Will you enter into me your firey love and meld me into oneness with you?
Will you?
Touch Me God, touch my heart with the satin of Your passion. Let me feel Your breath on my neck as You caress my mind with Your thoughts. Let me see You, know You, experience You as the wild, free, risk taking God You are. I want to be a child again, Your child, in my thoughts about what is fun, about the wonder of Your creation, about the beauty of who You made me to be. I want to see angels, to live more in the spiritual realm, to not be practical, to hear Your voice EVERY time You speak to me. I want to dance in the rain, fall in the snow, play in the mud and lay in sun bathed meadows of flowers with You, the Lover of my soul. Come Lord Jesus, romance me my King. Here is my heart, I am Yours.
August 2006 My Lion
My Lion A layer of innocence has been ripped from my soul. My mind, my spirit, and my emotions lay bruised... bleeding....alone. So I run, run to my Lion. I wrap my arms around His strong, thick neck and bury my face in His golden, flowing mane. As He nuzzles against me I hear His deep, yet soft purring.
Then, as His soul touches mine He feels the rawness... He sees the bruising.... He smells the blood....I feel the thick, rippling muscles in His neck stiffen as He lifts His head and with His teeth bared he ROARS! A roar that shakes not only the earth but heaven and hell as well. His beloved, His princess has been ravaged by the enemy and His eyes blaze with a fierceness that I've never seen. The one He loves has been deeply wounded and now He is poised and ready to counter attack... .to defend... to rescue.. to guard.... to protect... to vindicate.... to redeem. While He growls and roars at the enemy He purrs and gently nuzzles me and as I cling to Him... my face buried in His mane. With my Lion, am I safe. Snuggled warmly in His mane I fall asleep listening to His purr.
Sept. 1, 2006 Letting Go
I find peace in letting go
When I let go I am free to fall.... free to fall into His arms... free to dance with wild abandonment to the music of His love.
I find rest in letting go
When I let go there's no more struggle.... no more fight.... sweet sleep carries me through the night.
I find healing in letting go
When I let go I let everyone off the hook.... when I don't blame you and I don't blame me.... there's no more blame to make us lame.
I find death in letting go
When I let go I die... a death to self and flesh.... to being in control.... to calling all the shots.... to having my own way.
When I let go I can dance, I can fly, I can run and never fall
When I let go sin lets go of me
When I let go my hand is free to be held by yours.
Tuesday May 6, 2008 The Ice Bridge
I stand on the edge, at the end of all my yesterdays.... my past, and all it holds, behind me. Before me in the distance, both near and far, I see my future. It beckons me to step into it... out of black and white into a Kingdom of vibrant colors, sounds, sights and smells. I see Jesus there and he beckons me, "Come, COME ON! I am waiting for you!" He is beautiful, His countance is brighter than the sun. I look down... a deep, wide chasm lies between me and my future... still He beckons me to come, to cross over, to pass over into the new, into my destiny here on earth.
I look down again... a bridge of sparkling ice covers the chasm. It glistens in the Light of His love. I lift my foot to step out. The voice of fear whispers into my ear, "What if it cracks? What if it breaks open and you fall through?" For a moment I am paralyzed, unable to to move. Then I hear His voice, His soft, sweet yet deep voice.... "I will not let you fall through, I won't allow your foot to slip. Trust Me" and He extends His hand to me. With fear clutching at my shoulders and shouting at me "what if..." I begin to walk forward. With each step fear's grip loosens... fear's voice grows fainter. My eyes are fixed , focused on His eyes of fire. I reach for His extended hand, my steps grow faster, each one more sure than the last. My heart begins to beat in gloriours rythm with His. Fear's grip is no longer able to reach me. I no longer hear Fear's voice... I only hear His voice saying, "COME, COME ON! I've been waiting for you! Even though I Am here I've been there, beside you along. I AM in your future... waiting for you to arrive." I look back.... the ice bridge is melting. It fades away and drips into the chasm as the blinding Light of His love shines down on me. "Don't look back" He says. "The bridge to your past has melted... there is no way back to your past... look to your future... to your destiny... a glorious future prepared by Me awaits you. My heart longs to give you My best. What is here, now, for you is beyond your wildest imagination, your deepest longing, your most cherished dreams. You are here... in your future. Your destiny is here! Walk in it... you are here!
He holds me tightly in His strong, yet gentle embrace. He holds my head, carressing my hair.... He kisses my face and as He nuzzles His head to mine He says, "I've waited for you so long. I've wanted you to be here, right here beside Me for so long. Now My heart bursts with joy as I give you your destiny. I've wanted to give this to you for so long. It is My pleasure to give you the Kingdom.... now walk in it on earth... it is yours forever more... walk in it NOW!"
Sunday August 3, 2008 How Much?
Jesus asks, "How much of Me do you want? You can have as much of Me as you want.
How much of Me can you not live without? You can have that much... and more.
How much of Me do you desire? You can have your desire for Me filled... but never quenched.
How much of Me will you embrace? You can never hold Me too tightly.
How much of Me do you want? You can have as much of me that you can't live without."
Sunday August 3, 2008 Will You?
Your presence draws me and I lay myself at your feet
Will you cover me with the corner of your robe?
I long to give myself to you completely
Will you take all of me, even the parts I long to hide?
I have nothing to offer you execpt brokenness
Will you enter into me your firey love and meld me into oneness with you?
Will you?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Desperate For the Face Place/ Memories
Desperate For the Face Place
I am so desperate to be in Your presenceTake me to the Face place
The place where my soul is laid bare
The place where I am smothered in Your grace
With You my Lover I want to be face to face
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
Take me to the Face place where I can gaze upon Your beauty
Hold me in Your arms and let me feel Your breath on my skin
The place where our eyelashes touch and I see my reflection in Your eyes again
With You, my Adonai, I want to be Face to face Breath to breath
Heart to heart
Take me to the Face place the place where I am free
The place where I can fly and we dance among the stars
The place where forever is, and will always be
The place where fear does not exist and night cannot find day
Take me to the Face place my Lover my King
The place where You and I can forever be Face to face
Breath to breath
Heart to heart Keturah May 21-07
Memories
Memories of you lay scattered in my mind. As the winds of time blow there they glitter and tumble like snow flakes dancing on a moon lit mountain. Memories as crisp as fallen leaves, warm as the noonday sun, soft as the impression of a feather on the snow. They rest on top of each other... each one different... each one unique.
Memories that curl like long cruel fingers grasping and clutching at my heart. At first their grasp feels so good, even comfortable, but as the winds of time grow stronger and blow harder their grasp becomes tight, painful... each one different... each one unique.
Sometimes they stealthily creep forward, shrouded in silence. Other times they rush forward and ambush my heart with long, hard jabs that jar my very soul. They scream with glee as I sink into that place so far away, that place of yesterday, of time gone by, where I can once again be with you. Memories of you lay scattered in my mind... each one different.... each one unique.
Keturah July 31, 08
I am so desperate to be in Your presenceTake me to the Face place
The place where my soul is laid bare
The place where I am smothered in Your grace
With You my Lover I want to be face to face
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
Take me to the Face place where I can gaze upon Your beauty
Hold me in Your arms and let me feel Your breath on my skin
The place where our eyelashes touch and I see my reflection in Your eyes again
With You, my Adonai, I want to be Face to face Breath to breath
Heart to heart
Take me to the Face place the place where I am free
The place where I can fly and we dance among the stars
The place where forever is, and will always be
The place where fear does not exist and night cannot find day
Take me to the Face place my Lover my King
The place where You and I can forever be Face to face
Breath to breath
Heart to heart Keturah May 21-07
Memories
Memories of you lay scattered in my mind. As the winds of time blow there they glitter and tumble like snow flakes dancing on a moon lit mountain. Memories as crisp as fallen leaves, warm as the noonday sun, soft as the impression of a feather on the snow. They rest on top of each other... each one different... each one unique.
Memories that curl like long cruel fingers grasping and clutching at my heart. At first their grasp feels so good, even comfortable, but as the winds of time grow stronger and blow harder their grasp becomes tight, painful... each one different... each one unique.
Sometimes they stealthily creep forward, shrouded in silence. Other times they rush forward and ambush my heart with long, hard jabs that jar my very soul. They scream with glee as I sink into that place so far away, that place of yesterday, of time gone by, where I can once again be with you. Memories of you lay scattered in my mind... each one different.... each one unique.
Keturah July 31, 08
I'm Flying Again!
I'm tasting His Kingdom
So sweet upon my lips
He says it's within me
It's even come to earth
I'm rising on the winds of Heaven
My glory has come you can see it in my eyes
I've risen on brand new eagles' wings
I'm dancing on the wind
I'm flying once again
And I'll be sure to fall
Right into Your Arms
His Words are like kisses
Warm and gentle on my lips
Gently, tenderly but with passion that is raw
He bathes me in His glory thick and gold like honey
Everywhere His Love touches me
I am enraptured with desire
Desire to know Him more deeper than before
My wings spread out in beauty
And on His breath I rise and soar
I'm flying once again
And I'll be sure to fall
Right into Your Arms
His touches of Love electrify my soul
My head against His chest I listen to His Heart
And I know It beats for me
I am His desire it's me He can't resist
I feel His breath upon my soul
My bare and naked soul
I rise up to meet His touch
Crying out for MORE MORE MORE
His Spirit enters me and we become entwined
I cannot tell where He begins or where I end
All I know is that we are One and I belong to Him
With every breath
With every kiss
With every touch
He becomes closer
And I arise on brand new wings
To soar and dip and glide
I'm flying once again
And I'll be sure to fall
Right into Your Arms July 12-08
So sweet upon my lips
He says it's within me
It's even come to earth
I'm rising on the winds of Heaven
My glory has come you can see it in my eyes
I've risen on brand new eagles' wings
I'm dancing on the wind
I'm flying once again
And I'll be sure to fall
Right into Your Arms
His Words are like kisses
Warm and gentle on my lips
Gently, tenderly but with passion that is raw
He bathes me in His glory thick and gold like honey
Everywhere His Love touches me
I am enraptured with desire
Desire to know Him more deeper than before
My wings spread out in beauty
And on His breath I rise and soar
I'm flying once again
And I'll be sure to fall
Right into Your Arms
His touches of Love electrify my soul
My head against His chest I listen to His Heart
And I know It beats for me
I am His desire it's me He can't resist
I feel His breath upon my soul
My bare and naked soul
I rise up to meet His touch
Crying out for MORE MORE MORE
His Spirit enters me and we become entwined
I cannot tell where He begins or where I end
All I know is that we are One and I belong to Him
With every breath
With every kiss
With every touch
He becomes closer
And I arise on brand new wings
To soar and dip and glide
I'm flying once again
And I'll be sure to fall
Right into Your Arms July 12-08
Labyrinth of Mystery
Tue. Aug. 5, 08
A Mystery
You are a labyrinth of mystery to me
With corridors long and deep
Do you hear me?
Do you see me?
Can I be a resting place where you find sweet sleep?
I follow after you not knowing where our steps may land
I only know I can trust you, this you've proven by your deeds
I run to keep up with your long, easy strides
I step in your footsteps, where ever they may lead
Beside you, behind you, I know I am safe
For with you my hero I find no fear
You watch well over the flock you are to guard
You've killed the lion and you've killed the bear
You calmly rode into battle with your banner lifted high
My heart was captivated as I watched your giants drop like flies
Now do you accept the challenge
to tame the dragon and from its mouth take the gift?
The gift of love, no more fear, no more heartache, no more lies
If I could see inside your soul past that wall around your mind
Is it possible, could there really be any thought of me?
You are a labyrinth of mystery to me
So many doors to which I have no keys
A Mystery
You are a labyrinth of mystery to me
With corridors long and deep
Do you hear me?
Do you see me?
Can I be a resting place where you find sweet sleep?
I follow after you not knowing where our steps may land
I only know I can trust you, this you've proven by your deeds
I run to keep up with your long, easy strides
I step in your footsteps, where ever they may lead
Beside you, behind you, I know I am safe
For with you my hero I find no fear
You watch well over the flock you are to guard
You've killed the lion and you've killed the bear
You calmly rode into battle with your banner lifted high
My heart was captivated as I watched your giants drop like flies
Now do you accept the challenge
to tame the dragon and from its mouth take the gift?
The gift of love, no more fear, no more heartache, no more lies
If I could see inside your soul past that wall around your mind
Is it possible, could there really be any thought of me?
You are a labyrinth of mystery to me
So many doors to which I have no keys
I Am calls her....
You would call her impulsive, flighty, unstable, even crazy.
I call her My daughter, My Princess, My Beloved, My brave warrior bride in whom I delight.
I call her My enjoyment, My submissive obedient servant.
When she bows to Me with her face at My feet and washes them with her tears I call her Beautiful; One who loves much; Committed.... because with great pleasure and joy she willingly gives all that she has and all that is in her and desires nothing in return except to be with Me.
You call her different, strange, head in the clouds.
I call her My Reflection, My Image, My Echo, My Thoughts.
Best of all I call her.... and she says, "YES! YES MY LORD!"
I call her My daughter, My Princess, My Beloved, My brave warrior bride in whom I delight.
I call her My enjoyment, My submissive obedient servant.
When she bows to Me with her face at My feet and washes them with her tears I call her Beautiful; One who loves much; Committed.... because with great pleasure and joy she willingly gives all that she has and all that is in her and desires nothing in return except to be with Me.
You call her different, strange, head in the clouds.
I call her My Reflection, My Image, My Echo, My Thoughts.
Best of all I call her.... and she says, "YES! YES MY LORD!"
Monday, April 6, 2009
I'm gonna Be
You keep undoing me with Your Love
You keep unscrewing me with Your Love
You keep turning me inside out
And shaking out all my doubts
I'm more confident and sure than I've ever been before
But not as confident and sure as I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be because You are I AM
You keep turing my world upside down
You keep turning my thoughts all the way around
You keep drawing my face to Your Feet
And Your Heart speaks to me with every Beat
I'm braver and stronger than I've ever been before
But not as brave and strong as I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be because You are I AM
You keep telling me that up is down
You keep telling me that to live I gotta die
You keep grabbing me by the heart and drawing me into Your Eyes
You keep drawing me up to you my feet won't stay on the ground
I'm higher and deeper with You than I've ever been before
But I'm not as high and as deep as I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be because You are I AM
You keep unscrewing me with Your Love
You keep turning me inside out
And shaking out all my doubts
I'm more confident and sure than I've ever been before
But not as confident and sure as I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be because You are I AM
You keep turing my world upside down
You keep turning my thoughts all the way around
You keep drawing my face to Your Feet
And Your Heart speaks to me with every Beat
I'm braver and stronger than I've ever been before
But not as brave and strong as I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be because You are I AM
You keep telling me that up is down
You keep telling me that to live I gotta die
You keep grabbing me by the heart and drawing me into Your Eyes
You keep drawing me up to you my feet won't stay on the ground
I'm higher and deeper with You than I've ever been before
But I'm not as high and as deep as I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be I'm gonna Be
I'm gonna Be because You are I AM
Attraction, from Mary's Prespective
Attraction, from Mary's prespective as she washed Jesus' feet
In the blinding Light of Your Love I fall at Your feet
those dry, dusty feet
that walked so far to find me
Your love attracted me to You, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
I knew all the ways to approach and attract a man...
exactly how to dress
how to wear my hair
what moves to make
even what purfume to wear
Your Love attracted me, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
Many men have touched me, used me and abused me....
men WANTED me
but they didn't want ME
they looked at me with eyes full of lust
no one ever looked at me the way You do
with eyes full of love, compassion and hope
Your love attracted me, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
When you looked into my eyes You saw my pain....
my guilt
my shame
my longing
my desire to know true love
You saw past what I was
You saw who I could be
Your love attracted me, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
I fall to my kness, my face at Your feet and I kiss those tired, dusty feet....
let me wash them with my tears
and dry them with my hair
You looked at me as I was
and saw who I could be
I looked at You
and saw I AM
Your Love attracted me, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
No one's ever seen me the way You see me, from the inside out
No one's ever looked inside me to really see my heart
I have captivated the Heart of God.... and THAT is lovely!
In the blinding Light of Your Love I fall at Your feet
those dry, dusty feet
that walked so far to find me
Your love attracted me to You, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
I knew all the ways to approach and attract a man...
exactly how to dress
how to wear my hair
what moves to make
even what purfume to wear
Your Love attracted me, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
Many men have touched me, used me and abused me....
men WANTED me
but they didn't want ME
they looked at me with eyes full of lust
no one ever looked at me the way You do
with eyes full of love, compassion and hope
Your love attracted me, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
When you looked into my eyes You saw my pain....
my guilt
my shame
my longing
my desire to know true love
You saw past what I was
You saw who I could be
Your love attracted me, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
I fall to my kness, my face at Your feet and I kiss those tired, dusty feet....
let me wash them with my tears
and dry them with my hair
You looked at me as I was
and saw who I could be
I looked at You
and saw I AM
Your Love attracted me, my brokenness
my shame
my sin
attracted You
No one's ever seen me the way You see me, from the inside out
No one's ever looked inside me to really see my heart
I have captivated the Heart of God.... and THAT is lovely!
Just Know
1999
Know Me
Know My Ways
Know that My Love is pure, there is not even a hint of evil in it
Know that I and I alone will sanctify you
Know that I have called you to be My servant, My friend, My child, My
brother, My sister, My lover
Know that I cannot leave you because I cannot break a promise
Know that in My dwelling there is peace, and My dwelling is in you
Know Me, and I will help you to know yourself
Just Know
Know Me
Know Rest'
Know Peace
Know Safety
Know Joy
Know Love
Just Know
Know Me
Know My Ways
Know that My Love is pure, there is not even a hint of evil in it
Know that I and I alone will sanctify you
Know that I have called you to be My servant, My friend, My child, My
brother, My sister, My lover
Know that I cannot leave you because I cannot break a promise
Know that in My dwelling there is peace, and My dwelling is in you
Know Me, and I will help you to know yourself
Just Know
Know Me
Know Rest'
Know Peace
Know Safety
Know Joy
Know Love
Just Know
What Has God Placed In Front of Me? Himself...
Sat. April 4, 2009
God and I walk Face to face
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
It matters not that my back is to whatever is coming at me, all that lies ahead.... I can trust Him.... He is faithful.... He is truth and He will never lie to me. As His lips claim mine in pure, passionate, holy kisses every cell in my body trembles with anticipation of His touch.
His Arms enfold me.... Arms that could crush the entire universe with ease... yet He gently, tenderly pulls me closer to Him. His embrace is strong but tender, protective but empowering, intoxicating but sobering.
His large Hands stroke my hair and as His kisses to me become more passionate they become entangled in my hair as it flows and swirls around us... He pulls me closer... closer... closer to Him
His Kisses are sweeter than honey. His Touch is like silk, yet it ignites a Holy Fire in the very depth of my soul and this Fire rages and engulfs me. His kisses cover me from head to toe.... His desire is for me.... He desires to taste my fruit... to Know me as I truly am.
My very being tingles at His Touch, at the warmth of His Embrace. His strong, massive body overshadows mine. He is chisled to perfection with strong mucles that ripple with unearthly energy.
I am captivated in the peak of intensity as every part of me... body, spirit and soul heaves with desire for Him to take me, all of me and ravish me with His Love.
Gently, quietly, yet powerfully His thoughts enter into my mind... into me... filling places never reached before. My arms grasp at Him. My heart desires to draw Him deeper... deeper into my very being until His Presence and His Power is at the very core of my being.... the deepest of my inmost parts. Shouts of joy and utterences of delight escape my lips.
My breath quickens as I arch myself towars Him. I cry out for more of Him.... "deeper still.... here I am... take all of me! I am Yours! Leave no part of me untouched by Your Kisses... by the fierceness of Your Love."
His Arms tense as His grip tightens around me. My breath escapes me in loud, joyous cries as He brings me to the heighth of Rapture... to the pinnacle of our union. My ecstasy is complete... we are now One. In His embrace... our bodies, our Spirits, our souls entwined.. I drift off to sleep... and dream of our next tryst, knowing that next time will be even more beautiful... more intense... more exciting... more breathtaking than the last.
We are Face to face
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
My heart beats in unison with His.... He is in me.... I am in Him.... We are One..... forever.
God and I walk Face to face
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
It matters not that my back is to whatever is coming at me, all that lies ahead.... I can trust Him.... He is faithful.... He is truth and He will never lie to me. As His lips claim mine in pure, passionate, holy kisses every cell in my body trembles with anticipation of His touch.
His Arms enfold me.... Arms that could crush the entire universe with ease... yet He gently, tenderly pulls me closer to Him. His embrace is strong but tender, protective but empowering, intoxicating but sobering.
His large Hands stroke my hair and as His kisses to me become more passionate they become entangled in my hair as it flows and swirls around us... He pulls me closer... closer... closer to Him
His Kisses are sweeter than honey. His Touch is like silk, yet it ignites a Holy Fire in the very depth of my soul and this Fire rages and engulfs me. His kisses cover me from head to toe.... His desire is for me.... He desires to taste my fruit... to Know me as I truly am.
My very being tingles at His Touch, at the warmth of His Embrace. His strong, massive body overshadows mine. He is chisled to perfection with strong mucles that ripple with unearthly energy.
I am captivated in the peak of intensity as every part of me... body, spirit and soul heaves with desire for Him to take me, all of me and ravish me with His Love.
Gently, quietly, yet powerfully His thoughts enter into my mind... into me... filling places never reached before. My arms grasp at Him. My heart desires to draw Him deeper... deeper into my very being until His Presence and His Power is at the very core of my being.... the deepest of my inmost parts. Shouts of joy and utterences of delight escape my lips.
My breath quickens as I arch myself towars Him. I cry out for more of Him.... "deeper still.... here I am... take all of me! I am Yours! Leave no part of me untouched by Your Kisses... by the fierceness of Your Love."
His Arms tense as His grip tightens around me. My breath escapes me in loud, joyous cries as He brings me to the heighth of Rapture... to the pinnacle of our union. My ecstasy is complete... we are now One. In His embrace... our bodies, our Spirits, our souls entwined.. I drift off to sleep... and dream of our next tryst, knowing that next time will be even more beautiful... more intense... more exciting... more breathtaking than the last.
We are Face to face
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
My heart beats in unison with His.... He is in me.... I am in Him.... We are One..... forever.
Let's Jump
April 6, 09
By stepping out of the boat I made myself vlunerable... and a fight ensued. The battle was on to overcome everything raging within me to go into the self preservation mode. All "my" thoughts, those unseen voices from hell, screamed at me to retreat into the safety of "myself", to put up walls and withdraw from anyone or anything with the potential to cause me pain. "Self.... a place of false safety.
But my spirit wants to fight, and fight I will! With all of my heart and everything in me I will fight because I don't want to ever again live in the "safe" place. I want to be a risk taker for Yawah, for Yeshua. I want to keep stepping out of the boat and off the cliff... each time believeing that THIS time I won't start to sink. THIS time I won't crash to my face. THIS time the only thing that'll get wet is the bottom of my feet and I'll soar on eagle's wings.
I don't want to dwell in the safety zone. My God isn't a safe god. He's a wonderful, awesome, mighty God and He IS love.... but He ain't safe. He takes risks. He took a risk loving me. He took a risk on becoming human. He took a risk on the cross. If I am to experience the fullness of Him living though me then I will have to take risks. I will risk loving those who don't, or can't love me back. I will risk giving when I am need. I will risk starting a journey even though I don't SEE the provision with my natural eye.
If Jesus could fall asleep in the stern of the boat while a storm raged around Him, then I can risk resting with my head on His chest when storms rage around me. More and more I KNOW that the safest place to be is wildy, recklessly, outrageously abandoned to chasing after God, pursuing and living out the dreams HE has placed in me... and at the same time resting in His arms. Sometimes that will mean not only stepping off the cliff.... but jumping off of it.... in the dark.
OK God, I'm not ready, but I KNOW You are.... LET'S JUMP!
By stepping out of the boat I made myself vlunerable... and a fight ensued. The battle was on to overcome everything raging within me to go into the self preservation mode. All "my" thoughts, those unseen voices from hell, screamed at me to retreat into the safety of "myself", to put up walls and withdraw from anyone or anything with the potential to cause me pain. "Self.... a place of false safety.
But my spirit wants to fight, and fight I will! With all of my heart and everything in me I will fight because I don't want to ever again live in the "safe" place. I want to be a risk taker for Yawah, for Yeshua. I want to keep stepping out of the boat and off the cliff... each time believeing that THIS time I won't start to sink. THIS time I won't crash to my face. THIS time the only thing that'll get wet is the bottom of my feet and I'll soar on eagle's wings.
I don't want to dwell in the safety zone. My God isn't a safe god. He's a wonderful, awesome, mighty God and He IS love.... but He ain't safe. He takes risks. He took a risk loving me. He took a risk on becoming human. He took a risk on the cross. If I am to experience the fullness of Him living though me then I will have to take risks. I will risk loving those who don't, or can't love me back. I will risk giving when I am need. I will risk starting a journey even though I don't SEE the provision with my natural eye.
If Jesus could fall asleep in the stern of the boat while a storm raged around Him, then I can risk resting with my head on His chest when storms rage around me. More and more I KNOW that the safest place to be is wildy, recklessly, outrageously abandoned to chasing after God, pursuing and living out the dreams HE has placed in me... and at the same time resting in His arms. Sometimes that will mean not only stepping off the cliff.... but jumping off of it.... in the dark.
OK God, I'm not ready, but I KNOW You are.... LET'S JUMP!
Friday, April 3, 2009
The Walk
I am walking down a road. It is night and even though it is dark a luminescent light from somewhere casts glow that bathes my surroundings in quiteness. The road is rocky, hard and rough... like the skin of a serpent. But here and there, scattered like pennies in the sand are
smooth
round
stones.
As I walk, never looking down, my foot falls upon these stones. The smooth, warm flatness feels good beneath my tired feet. I look straight ahead.... not to the right or to the left.
All that meets my gaze is blackness. Yet on either side of me a warm glow paints shapes. Some of them are moving. A breeze.... soft like a whisper... then silence. Suddenly!
The Serpent skin moves, writhing and groaning. The smoothe stones become lost, hidden among the hard, rough rocks. My steps do not slow. I can hear my heart beating against my ribs.
A breeze.... soft like a whisper.... then silence.
The serpent skin rises, it heaves like a giant wave swelling, growing. The hard, rough rocks grind and crush everything they touch... yet my foot falls on the smoothe, warm stones. A wind stirs, the serpent skin cries out in a loud moan that causes my inward self to churn and reel.
A breeze.... soft like a whisper.... then silence.
Suddenly! In the distance I see a glow.... bright, warm... and calm. The groaning ceases, the serpent skin rises one last time and falls.... flat, motionless, dead. The jagged rocks sink.... the smoothe stones rise above them....
Ahead I see Light...
Brilliant, Warm, Sparkling.... like a million diamonds suspended in the air. I am bathed in the warmth of the Light.
My heart calms, and I hear peace flowing, swirling around me. Then, my eyes behold it...
the Sourch of the Light.....
it is heavy.....
it is rough....
Yet the glow from it is warm, blindingly brilliant and Light.
A wooden cross, stained with blood, has pierced my darkness.
A breeze..... soft like a whisper.... then....
slience......
and Peace surrounds me..... forever.
smooth
round
stones.
As I walk, never looking down, my foot falls upon these stones. The smooth, warm flatness feels good beneath my tired feet. I look straight ahead.... not to the right or to the left.
All that meets my gaze is blackness. Yet on either side of me a warm glow paints shapes. Some of them are moving. A breeze.... soft like a whisper... then silence. Suddenly!
The Serpent skin moves, writhing and groaning. The smoothe stones become lost, hidden among the hard, rough rocks. My steps do not slow. I can hear my heart beating against my ribs.
A breeze.... soft like a whisper.... then silence.
The serpent skin rises, it heaves like a giant wave swelling, growing. The hard, rough rocks grind and crush everything they touch... yet my foot falls on the smoothe, warm stones. A wind stirs, the serpent skin cries out in a loud moan that causes my inward self to churn and reel.
A breeze.... soft like a whisper.... then silence.
Suddenly! In the distance I see a glow.... bright, warm... and calm. The groaning ceases, the serpent skin rises one last time and falls.... flat, motionless, dead. The jagged rocks sink.... the smoothe stones rise above them....
Ahead I see Light...
Brilliant, Warm, Sparkling.... like a million diamonds suspended in the air. I am bathed in the warmth of the Light.
My heart calms, and I hear peace flowing, swirling around me. Then, my eyes behold it...
the Sourch of the Light.....
it is heavy.....
it is rough....
Yet the glow from it is warm, blindingly brilliant and Light.
A wooden cross, stained with blood, has pierced my darkness.
A breeze..... soft like a whisper.... then....
slience......
and Peace surrounds me..... forever.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Passion Towards the Chasm
What comes from the depths of my heart explodes into my being. My thoughts, my desires, my feelings become who I am. From deep within me these ruminations rise up and enter every atom, every cell in my body until they pulsate through my veins. Each thought, each desire, the faintest feeling becomes part of me taking control of this body I live in.
My lips speak my thoughts, my hands reach for my desires. My eyes behold my desires and my blood becomes Passion blazing with unbridled strength. What is this Passion that drives me to run towards the chasm.... even though I see no bridge?
I hear my heart beating, each beat a word, a note, a smile an energy that propels me faster, closer to the chasm. The beats of my heart speak to me and with each beat and with each beat the voice becomes louder, clearer and more alluring..... I am my Beloved's and He is mine.... we are One.
My lips speak my thoughts, my hands reach for my desires. My eyes behold my desires and my blood becomes Passion blazing with unbridled strength. What is this Passion that drives me to run towards the chasm.... even though I see no bridge?
I hear my heart beating, each beat a word, a note, a smile an energy that propels me faster, closer to the chasm. The beats of my heart speak to me and with each beat and with each beat the voice becomes louder, clearer and more alluring..... I am my Beloved's and He is mine.... we are One.
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