The Quiet Brooks of Bliss

The tracks of His footsteps lead me to His quiet brooks of bliss.
These are the brooks that well up within my spirit as I begin to gaze upon His face.
These brooks of bliss flow from the Father's throne straight into my heart.

He want me here,
Not just for a moment, a few hours, or even a season,
No, He wants me to stop, become familiar, hang out, rest here.

It is here that He restores,
                          lifts my head,
                          refreshes my weary soul,
                          calms the raging storm of emotions within,
                          nourishes my spirit with Truth...
And miraculously makes everything OK.

This brook of living water is sparkling with hope.
Hope that He, the Giver of this water, is bigger, stronger, greater, and wiser than the circumstance
  that surrounds.
These brooks well up into my soul...and birth springtime.

As I partake...
Drink in these waters that He has provided in love...
My mind is renewed as He whispers His endearments and wisdom into my spirit,
Enabling me to have strength and grace for the journey.

Yes, these brooks contain that supernatural ingredient of restoration.

As I rest here...partaking in the provision of His Word,
He reveals a new way of seeing, showing me the bigger picture of my circumstance.

And then...
The joy begins to bubble up as He reveals His grace, His goodness, His favor, His faithfulness,
Yes, even in the midst of the circumstance.

Plant me here God,
Root me here by Your quiet brooks of bliss!

His Thoughts

Do you know the Lord's thoughts for you?
Do you know what He thinks about you?

It is His thoughts that have thought you into being,
His thoughts that have planned and purposed you, given you your gifts, talents and personality.
It was His thoughts that have planted you on this earth...

His thoughts about you never leave His mind.

How can a mother forget the one she has birthed?
How can your Father in heaven forget the one He purposed, planned, desired?

It is His thoughts of love that awaken your heart, draw you toward Him, cause you to want Him.

His thoughts are always on you,
Watching your every discovery,
Rejoicing in every accomplishment,
Providing for your every need,
Desiring, oh desiring and waiting for you to come into and receive all He has planned and purposed for you!

"Yes, the thoughts of His heart awaken and stir all generations." Psalms 33:11

Confidence

Confidence
Such a valuable commodity,
Confidence in His goodness, His bigness, His power, His protection, His promises,
Confidence in who He says He is,
Confidence in who He says I am,
Confidence in the Truth of His Word.

Confidence
Shatters the enemies plans
Takes back territory for the King of Kings.

Confidence
That continues to believe, hope, trust, and obey,
Despite the circumstance,
Despite the report,
Despite the visible.

Confidence 
That sees as heaven sees,
Hears as heaven hears,
Sings as heaven sings.

Confidence of this sort,
So precious to the Father,
So harmful to the enemy.

Confidence
The commodity we cannot throw away,
But of which we hold tight,
And believe,
And receive,
The fullness of all He promised!!

My Fortress

You are my fortress on that high cliff...where I am safe.

You are my fortress, 
When I take that step of faith, when I need courage to obey,
In that moment of doubt, when I need to choose to believe...

You are my fortress on that high cliff...where I am safe.

You are my fortress in that seemingly endless trial,
When I have to persevere to trust, believe, praise,
You are my fortress in that new assignment, that new job, that new responsibility...
You are my fortress in the endless house chores,
Those long nights when the crying seems to never end,
In my fatigue,
When I never seem to have a moment to myself...

You are my fortress, God, on that high cliff...where I am safe.

You are my fortress in the storm, in the sickness, in the brokenness, the pain,
You are my fortress in the confusion, in the accusation.
You are my strong tower, God, my hiding place,
The One I turn to, to keep me safe.
Safe from the enemy's lies, his deceptive illusions, his pretense, his NONSENSE.

You protect me..covering me with Your Truth..surrounding me with all I need to keep safe.

You are my fortress on that high cliff...and I am safe!!!

Ps. 31:3

He Comes

The Anointed One,
The Holy One,
The One who loved me enough to die for me,
The One who sits at the Father's right hand and intercedes for me...

This One is arising,
He is coming to deliver me.
He comes with all His glory,
Perfumed with the blood of the Lamb and the oil of the King,
He comes with the banner of victory,
To conquer all my enemies...

He comes with power,
He comes with love and announces:
"I have conquered your enemies,
I have fought and destroyed them,
I have won..."

This One comes, conquers, pursues and offers me an invitation...
An invitation to sit on His love seat, His mercy seat,
The seat that is possible to enter because of His shed blood,
The seat where forgiveness, rescue, wholeness and fullness happens...

Such love, grace, sacrifice and deliverance flow forth from this seat... to me,
Yes, love and mercy cover this seat with intent and desire,
Glory and power surround and blanket this seat.

He comes with such anticipation and delight
Desiring to purchase, free, rescue and cleanse me.

Yet...

Who am I that this Anointed One in all His power, glory, and strength would want me?
Who am I to have the pursuit of a King, of royalty, of someone willing to sacrifice Himself to obtain me?

He looks at me,
Calls me His chosen one,
              His beloved,
              beautiful...

Such burning affection and desire I cannot reject...
Such intense love...

Song of Songs 3

 

He Finds Me

I hear the voice of my Beloved,
Here He comes,
Leaping with joy, over immense obstacles,
To find me...
He comes with much joy and anticipation,
To the place where I hide...

He knows the places I hide,
Hide from my feelings, hide from the pain, hide from the truth,
He comes to these places... and gazes...
Gazes into my soul,
With longing and desire.
Pursing me with His love,
Planting those seeds of hope and desire...

Yes, He comes,
Skipping over the hills of separation...
He comes,
Gazes...
Waits...

And then 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 to come,
A new day of destiny is surrounding you,
It is time for you to ARISE,
Come with Me to a higher place.
I have more for you, 
More fullness,
More joy, 
More goodness...

Come away with Me my precious one."

Song of Songs 2

The Dew of Joy

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.