On my walk this morning, I passed a field that was thick with dew. Sparkling jewels glistened and the brilliant rays of the sun, as it slowly climbed in the sky, showcased its beauty.
The dew has a source that is unseen.
I can see the rain and the snow descending from the heavens to nourish the earth,
But the dew appears invisibly, yet it nourishes and refreshes the ground.
The dew is a bit like joy...
Joy is that gift that the Lord gives me, even though circumstances don't appear joyful.
Yes, it is showcased by the Son, as I gaze upon Him.
He pours it down, and up from the wells of living water within,
But I cannot see it.
But I can feel this gift, as it lessens the trial.
Joy allows me to see the provision that is possible,
It stirs up hope, creates ideas, leads to rest, restoring me to peace.
Joy is the key He gives me to enter...
Enter into His presence.
He tells me to rejoice at all times....
How He desires to pour out this gift of joy so He can march me to victory.
It is His protection, His medicine for me...
He loves to see His children exploding with joy, sparkling with delight,
Because it is then that He sees us discovering who He really wants to be for us.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
The Father's Plea
Will you accept My gift,
My gift of revelation truth,
My gift that will make you wise, prosperous, hopeful, joyful, peaceful,
My gift that will cause you to lead, give you purpose in life,
My gift that marches you to victory?
Please don't reject My gift, ignore My gift, deem it as invaluable.
It has the keys to life.
Please don't receive it, then forget about it...
My dear one,
It is My cherished gift that will protect and rescue you.
It is My wisdom :
A most valuable commodity,
It will exalt you, bring you into honor and favor.
As My wisdom wraps itself around you,
You will shine with beauty and grace,
You will always be victorious in the race.
Listen, My dear one, I speak to you as your Father...
Your progress will have no limits when you choose Me and My ways...
As you walk with Me, your feet will not stumble or trip.
My wisdom is invigorating life, devoid of darkness.
Choose My path, My dear one...
My path is the highway of light,
My path shines with promise, hope, peace and joy.
Why would you choose to stray,
Onto the path of darkness,
Where trouble is waiting, pain is diffused, and destruction is waiting?
Why travel in the fog when you have the choice to travel with Me in the brightness of the day
surrounded with promise and hope?
My dear one...
Set your gaze upon Me,
Have a fixed purpose,
A determined resolution,
To look straight ahead, ignoring the distractions of life...
Stick to the path of Truth.
This path is safe,
This path is smooth,
This path will lead you to wholeness and fullness.
This is the path I planned for you,
This is the path for the wise,
This is the path for you, My beloved...
Come I will go with you...
Proverbs 4
My gift of revelation truth,
My gift that will make you wise, prosperous, hopeful, joyful, peaceful,
My gift that will cause you to lead, give you purpose in life,
My gift that marches you to victory?
Please don't reject My gift, ignore My gift, deem it as invaluable.
It has the keys to life.
Please don't receive it, then forget about it...
My dear one,
It is My cherished gift that will protect and rescue you.
It is My wisdom :
A most valuable commodity,
It will exalt you, bring you into honor and favor.
As My wisdom wraps itself around you,
You will shine with beauty and grace,
You will always be victorious in the race.
Listen, My dear one, I speak to you as your Father...
Your progress will have no limits when you choose Me and My ways...
As you walk with Me, your feet will not stumble or trip.
My wisdom is invigorating life, devoid of darkness.
Choose My path, My dear one...
My path is the highway of light,
My path shines with promise, hope, peace and joy.
Why would you choose to stray,
Onto the path of darkness,
Where trouble is waiting, pain is diffused, and destruction is waiting?
Why travel in the fog when you have the choice to travel with Me in the brightness of the day
surrounded with promise and hope?
My dear one...
Set your gaze upon Me,
Have a fixed purpose,
A determined resolution,
To look straight ahead, ignoring the distractions of life...
Stick to the path of Truth.
This path is safe,
This path is smooth,
This path will lead you to wholeness and fullness.
This is the path I planned for you,
This is the path for the wise,
This is the path for you, My beloved...
Come I will go with you...
Proverbs 4
Saturday, December 21, 2013
The Search
I sent Him away,
"I am not ready," I reasoned.
"I will come with You another time, when I am not busy."
But in the darkness, in the deepness of my soul, I ached.
I ached and yearned for the longing of my heart, for the hope of love, the hope of acceptance.
My heart had a hole.
I searched for filling...
I searched by doing,
Doing what I thought I should,
Doing, serving, sacrificing,
But it didn't help fill the hole.
I began to roam...
Trying to fill the hole with what the world says satisfies...
The hole only became bigger,
The cruelty of the world and my decisions began to crash upon me, leaving me in despair...
And then... I encountered Him.
He came...turned the Light on... revealed His heart of love.
"I found the One I adore, my Beloved!" Song of Songs 3:4 TPT
His love began to fill the hole, fill the yearn, take the ache and the pain away.
He truly was the One I had been searching for...
I fastened myself to Him,
He fastened Himself to me,
And we became joined,
Him in me, me in Him.
He is my Beloved and I am His.
He came, and I don't want Him to leave,
No, we are together now.
A season of a new grace...just like He promised.
Flowers began to appear and the birds began to sing...
Yes, my Beloved,
I will come away with You, Jesus,
Come away and allow You to wash me, cleanse me, catch those "foxes."
I will come away and allow You to love me completely!
Song of Songs 3
"I am not ready," I reasoned.
"I will come with You another time, when I am not busy."
But in the darkness, in the deepness of my soul, I ached.
I ached and yearned for the longing of my heart, for the hope of love, the hope of acceptance.
My heart had a hole.
I searched for filling...
I searched by doing,
Doing what I thought I should,
Doing, serving, sacrificing,
But it didn't help fill the hole.
I began to roam...
Trying to fill the hole with what the world says satisfies...
The hole only became bigger,
The cruelty of the world and my decisions began to crash upon me, leaving me in despair...
And then... I encountered Him.
He came...turned the Light on... revealed His heart of love.
"I found the One I adore, my Beloved!" Song of Songs 3:4 TPT
His love began to fill the hole, fill the yearn, take the ache and the pain away.
He truly was the One I had been searching for...
I fastened myself to Him,
He fastened Himself to me,
And we became joined,
Him in me, me in Him.
He is my Beloved and I am His.
He came, and I don't want Him to leave,
No, we are together now.
A season of a new grace...just like He promised.
Flowers began to appear and the birds began to sing...
Yes, my Beloved,
I will come away with You, Jesus,
Come away and allow You to wash me, cleanse me, catch those "foxes."
I will come away and allow You to love me completely!
Song of Songs 3
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
It is Time
I hear the voice of my Lover,
Here He comes,
Leaping with joy,
Over immense obsticles,
To find me.
He comes with much anticipation
To the place where I hide.
He know the place where I hide,
He knows the place I hide from my feelings, from my pain, from the truth.
He comes to me in these places,
And gazes,
Gazes into my soul,
With longing and desire,
Pursing me with His love,
Planting seeds of hope, seeds of desire.
Yes, He comes,
Skipping over the hills of separation,
He gazes,
Waits...
And the He announces:
"It is time My beloved,
It is time for the bondage of the barren winter to end.
It is time for the cold rains to disappear.
It is time for a new season,
A new season of poured out grace,
It is time for a new day of destiny to surround you.
It is time for you to ARISE and
Come with Me to a higher place."
Come away with Me my beloved...
Song of Songs2:10-13
Here He comes,
Leaping with joy,
Over immense obsticles,
To find me.
He comes with much anticipation
To the place where I hide.
He know the place where I hide,
He knows the place I hide from my feelings, from my pain, from the truth.
He comes to me in these places,
And gazes,
Gazes into my soul,
With longing and desire,
Pursing me with His love,
Planting seeds of hope, seeds of desire.
Yes, He comes,
Skipping over the hills of separation,
He gazes,
Waits...
And the He announces:
"It is time My beloved,
It is time for the bondage of the barren winter to end.
It is time for the cold rains to disappear.
It is time for a new season,
A new season of poured out grace,
It is time for a new day of destiny to surround you.
It is time for you to ARISE and
Come with Me to a higher place."
Come away with Me my beloved...
Song of Songs2:10-13
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Redeeming Love
Love like no other love,
Love that gives Himself,
Our Jesus, giving,
Willingly, until His body is unrecognizable from the beating,
Until His side is pierced,
Until the thorns are oozing scars and wounds,
Until the nails have ripped flesh.
Redeeming love that did not stop with ridicule and suffering,
But was willing to go the whole way..die..bear the weight of the sin of the whole world,
Be forsaken even by His Father.
He did it all in love...to rescue us,
Took what we deserved upon Himself,
Although He was perfect in every way..
Redeeming love that came to earth as a baby, humbling Himself to be a man,
Even though He knew what was before Him...
Redeeming love that healed, performing miracles, touching lives,
Even though He knew what was before Him...
Redeeming love that walked the road to Calvary,
Although He knew the outcome...
He was not forced, He did not argue,
Willingly He came, willingly He went, willingly He endured to the end,
Because of His love for me, because of His love for you.
Willingly His body died, entered hell and destroyed the enemy's plans with His power,
Willingly He conquered...all with redeeming love for His "precious ones," His sons and daughters,
To rescue them from the curse of their own doings.
Redeeming love that consumed Him for the joy that He saw on the other side,
His "precious ones" rescued from the enemy's grip, rescued from the curse, rescued from the pit...
His "precious ones," restored, victorious, filled with wholeness and joy...
Redeeming love that never ends,
But continues with His constant presence, His constant provision, His constant help, His constant
companionship.
Redeeming love of the King of Kings to His children,
Crowning us with royalty as we receive and enter into all He is for us...
Love like no other love,
Redeeming love
Love that gives Himself,
Our Jesus, giving,
Willingly, until His body is unrecognizable from the beating,
Until His side is pierced,
Until the thorns are oozing scars and wounds,
Until the nails have ripped flesh.
Redeeming love that did not stop with ridicule and suffering,
But was willing to go the whole way..die..bear the weight of the sin of the whole world,
Be forsaken even by His Father.
He did it all in love...to rescue us,
Took what we deserved upon Himself,
Although He was perfect in every way..
Redeeming love that came to earth as a baby, humbling Himself to be a man,
Even though He knew what was before Him...
Redeeming love that healed, performing miracles, touching lives,
Even though He knew what was before Him...
Redeeming love that walked the road to Calvary,
Although He knew the outcome...
He was not forced, He did not argue,
Willingly He came, willingly He went, willingly He endured to the end,
Because of His love for me, because of His love for you.
Willingly His body died, entered hell and destroyed the enemy's plans with His power,
Willingly He conquered...all with redeeming love for His "precious ones," His sons and daughters,
To rescue them from the curse of their own doings.
Redeeming love that consumed Him for the joy that He saw on the other side,
His "precious ones" rescued from the enemy's grip, rescued from the curse, rescued from the pit...
His "precious ones," restored, victorious, filled with wholeness and joy...
Redeeming love that never ends,
But continues with His constant presence, His constant provision, His constant help, His constant
companionship.
Redeeming love of the King of Kings to His children,
Crowning us with royalty as we receive and enter into all He is for us...
Love like no other love,
Redeeming love
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Yet you are so Lovely
Do you think you are beautiful?
That is how the Father defines you, child of God.
He defines you as "lovely."
But you feel otherwise,
dirty, shameful, guilty, dark.
You have heaped accusations upon yourself of measurement and comparison.
But the fact remains,
He whispers,
"Yet you are lovely, my precious one."
Your beauty is reflective of the One who lives within you,
Jesus, the Anointed One.
When the Father looks at you, He sees His Son Jesus.
The Father put us into His Son so He could see us and love us as He sees and loves His Son.
So despite my measurement, my critique, my comparison...
The Father responds,
"Yet you are so lovely."
I see myself as unworthy, He sees me as worthy,
I see myself as insignificant, He sees me as valuable,
I see myself as spotted, He sees me as clean, washed.
I see myself as weathered by the storms of life, He see me glittering from the treasure obtained from the
storm.
I see myself as "apiece of work," He sees me as set apart for His glory.
I see Him looking at me scornfully,
But He interrupts and declares,"You are thrilling to me, how I delight in you!"
I think I need to change my thinking...renew my mind...see myself as He sees me,
As His beloved!
Song of Songs 1:5
Song of Songs 1:5
That is how the Father defines you, child of God.
He defines you as "lovely."
But you feel otherwise,
dirty, shameful, guilty, dark.
You have heaped accusations upon yourself of measurement and comparison.
But the fact remains,
He whispers,
"Yet you are lovely, my precious one."
Your beauty is reflective of the One who lives within you,
Jesus, the Anointed One.
When the Father looks at you, He sees His Son Jesus.
The Father put us into His Son so He could see us and love us as He sees and loves His Son.
So despite my measurement, my critique, my comparison...
The Father responds,
"Yet you are so lovely."
I see myself as unworthy, He sees me as worthy,
I see myself as insignificant, He sees me as valuable,
I see myself as spotted, He sees me as clean, washed.
I see myself as weathered by the storms of life, He see me glittering from the treasure obtained from the
storm.
I see myself as "apiece of work," He sees me as set apart for His glory.
I see Him looking at me scornfully,
But He interrupts and declares,"You are thrilling to me, how I delight in you!"
I think I need to change my thinking...renew my mind...see myself as He sees me,
As His beloved!
Song of Songs 1:5
Song of Songs 1:5
Monday, December 2, 2013
His Gift of Myrrh
My Beloved has a special gift for me...
It's a tied-up bundle of myrrh.
He places it over my heart
In the night.
This bundle has the aroma of the finished work of Christ,
All that He accomplished for me on the cross.
He lays this bundle on my chest,
This gift from His heart to my heart,
In the night season, yes even in the storm.
The aroma invites me to rest,
Rest in what He has accomplished,
Rest in what He has accomplished for me.
This aroma that breathes in:
Joy instead of mourning,
Hope instead of despair,
Love instead of hate,
Peace instead of fear,
Laughter instead of crying,
Gentleness instead of irritation,
Empathy instead of apathy,
Courage instead of fear,
Rejoicing instead of complaining,
Prosperity instead of brokenness,
Strength instead of fatigue,
Wisdom instead of foolishness,
Light instead of darkness,
Winning instead of losing,
Truth instead of lies,
Honor instead of rebellion,
Freedom instead of bondage.....
This aroma consumes me here in His resting place,
This resting place where He washes me with the Truth, opening my eyes to His Light, His Love.
This resting place where He spaciously protects me,
Surrounding and covering me with His blood, His presence, His fragrance.
So luxuriously providing everything I need.
What a gift!
Song of Songs 1:12
It's a tied-up bundle of myrrh.
He places it over my heart
In the night.
This bundle has the aroma of the finished work of Christ,
All that He accomplished for me on the cross.
He lays this bundle on my chest,
This gift from His heart to my heart,
In the night season, yes even in the storm.
The aroma invites me to rest,
Rest in what He has accomplished,
Rest in what He has accomplished for me.
This aroma that breathes in:
Joy instead of mourning,
Hope instead of despair,
Love instead of hate,
Peace instead of fear,
Laughter instead of crying,
Gentleness instead of irritation,
Empathy instead of apathy,
Courage instead of fear,
Rejoicing instead of complaining,
Prosperity instead of brokenness,
Strength instead of fatigue,
Wisdom instead of foolishness,
Light instead of darkness,
Winning instead of losing,
Truth instead of lies,
Honor instead of rebellion,
Freedom instead of bondage.....
This aroma consumes me here in His resting place,
This resting place where He washes me with the Truth, opening my eyes to His Light, His Love.
This resting place where He spaciously protects me,
Surrounding and covering me with His blood, His presence, His fragrance.
So luxuriously providing everything I need.
What a gift!
Song of Songs 1:12
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