Silence. 15/05/2011
Sometimes silence is full. It really depends on how you listen.
HS. 08/03/2011
I was in a time of prayer with a close friend when I had a flash of a vision of a characteristic of who Holy Spirit is.

I saw Him sitting in a white, wicker chair with his back toward me. He had long brown hair and was wearing a white suit coat, white slacks, white shoes. The place was white and it was all very pure.

I knew that He was looking over the whole earth, although I couldn't see it. He was reclining in a relaxed fashion, legs crossed, left arm resting on the arm of the chair.

In a moment He shifted. His weight moved, He uncrossed and recrossed His legs and leaned over onto the right arm of the chair. And in that one confident, comfortable, simple move, the earth shook. Things were set right. Set in motion. Released.

Pure Simple Ultimate Powerful
Full. 09/02/2011
Spoke the empty full
Darkness drowned by light
The void made whole
Sorrow answered
Child Son Savior
Abounding in favor
Wore sin clothing
Perfect atonement
Plunged and arising
Head Priest and King
This love surpassing
Fully filling
A body rising
His Bride maturing
Measure not wanting
Ephesians 1:22 - 23
And God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be head over everything for the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills everything in every way.

Ephesians 3:17 - 19
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,and to know this love that surpasses knowledge--that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Ephesians 4:11 - 13
So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ.
11.11 08/02/2011
Proverbs 16:9 (NLT)
We can make our plans,
      but the Lord determines our steps.

Whenever I see 11:11 on the clock (which tends to be pretty often) I am reminded of a word God spoke to me several years ago after seeking out the reason I was seeing elevens everywhere. He said, in a voice quite not to be mistaken, You are not ready for what I am about to do. And thus followed the most incredible chain of events my 20-some years had ever seen. Boy howdy!

Fast forward about five years...

This morning as I was planning all these steps in my mind to get us moved, and then all the steps that would follow finally setting foot on NC soil, I looked at the clock and, as I once again saw 11:11, heard so clearly, You are not ready for what I am about to do. It was not a rebuke. Not a "pay attention, kid." Not even a fanfare heralding the entrance of a Wonder. No, there was a twinkle. A hint of a smile. A teasing.

And I realized, here I am (albeit using the God-given gifts of administration and planning that I possess), trying my hardest to map out every minute of the next few months so that nothing can take me by surprise. No way do I want to be caught unawares! And yet the whole beautiful mess is that I can plan all I want, but my steps are absolutely directed by YHWH YHWH God. And that should excite me!

Isaiah 40:12-14(NLT)
The Lord Has No Equal
   Who else has held the oceans in his hand?
      Who has measured off the heavens with his fingers?
   Who else knows the weight of the earth
      or has weighed the mountains and hills on a scale?
   Who is able to advise the Spirit of the Lord?
      Who knows enough to give him advice or teach him?
   Has the Lord ever needed anyone’s advice?
      Does he need instruction about what is good?

It's laughable, really. That I would think I need to advise the God that created me and mapped out my entire life, that I would need to remind Him of this or that...just in case He would forget some important detail!

I would be terribly embarrassed if we weren't enjoying the absurdity of it all together, Him and I.

Oh goodness.

So, I really am not ready for what He is about to do, but I want to be. Spirit of God, make me one who is waiting and watching and aware of Your every move in order to move with You.

And thank You, again, for the reminder.
I love watching the Body of Christ, when each member knows what their specific functions are, fill up the space Holy Spirit created just for them. It's like when the square peg fits just right into the square hole, leaving the triangle to fit in where he belongs. Or when you've been searching for that one elusive puzzle piece, and the finding of it brings a greater clarity to the whole picture. 

And the best part is that when each one becomes the member they are, all the best is drawn, compelled even, out of the rest. It's beautiful. Perfect. A reflection of the Perfect Beauty.

The temptation to crawl inside oneself when introduced to a new equation is often sadly much more inviting than the discovery of where to fit in order to fill up the whole. At least, it can be for me. And where does that intimidation come from? Who else would love nothing better than to keep the Body from being built up until we all attain to the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a mature man, to the measure of the stature which belongs to the fullness of Christ*? Who else is petrified of the Bride becoming everything she is intended to be? Hmmm....

When I keep eternity in perspective, I am truly excited to watch us become the measure of the stature which is the FULLNESS of our Christ. The complete picture. Beautiful.

(From 1 Peter 1:13 - 23)
Gird your minds for action
Keep sober in spirit
Fix your hope completely on the grace to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ 
Be obedient children
Do not be conformed to former lusts 
Like the Holy One who called you, be holy yourselves also in all your behavior
Purify your souls for a sincere love of the brethren
Fervently love one another from the heart
Conduct yourselves in fear during the time of your stay upon earth, knowing that you were not redeemed with perishable things like silver or gold from your futile way of life inherited from your forefathers, but with precious blood; as of a lamb unblemished and spotless, the blood of Christ

(From Ephesians 4:1 - 16)
Walk in a manner worthy of the calling with which you have been called
Be humble and gentle and patient
Show tolerance for one another in love
Be diligent to preserve the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace
Speak the truth in love
Grow up in all aspects into Him who is the head, even Christ, from whom the whole body, being fitted and held together by what every joint supplies, according to the proper working of each individual part, causes the growth of the body for the building up of itself in love

To each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ's gift...for the equipping of the saints for the work of service, to the building up of the body of Christ; until we all attain to the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a mature man, to the measure of the stature which belongs to the fullness of Christ. 

(From Philippians 2:1 - 18)
Be of the same mind (as Christ)
Maintain the same love (as Christ)
Be united in spirit
Be intent on one purpose
Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit

Regard one another as more important than yourselves
Look out for the interests of others
Work out your salvation with fear and trembling
Do all things without grumbling or disputing
Be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach

Shine as lights in the world
Hold fast the word of life
    After an incredible meeting with the KP (King's People) Thursday night via internet, we spent some time worshiping The King with our Salmon house group via face-to-face.
    I was playing an older song, which I normally don't do...but this song keeps rocking my universe. It goes like this:
To Him who sits on the throne
And unto the Lamb
To Him who sits on the throne
And unto the Lamb
Be blessing and glory
And honor and power forever
Be blessing and glory
And honor and power forever
(W&M Debbye Graafsma)
    As we were singing, Michael was holding Rael, and she was cooing and making beautiful, baby babbling sounds, which I am convinced was in her spirit language. And as we kept singing it grew into a baby song. A spontaneous, perfect little spirit song. When we started singing "Be blessing and glory and honor and power forever..." she was screeching with delight! Bright eyes, huge smile, laughing and screeching and singing. And I couldn't help but laugh with her. And wonder.
    What was she seeing? What did she hear? What had captured her attention and swept her up with joy? Or, Who....
    And I realized how often somber we are when we worship, when we pray. How often we lose the element of delight in our intensity.
    No wonder Jesus, "full of joy through the Holy Spirit" said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this is what you were pleased to do." (Luke 10:21)   
    Zephaniah 3:17 says that our Father sings over us in pure delight:
The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” This alone is cause for absolutely ardent, abandoned praise.
    When the season calls for intercession, deep passion, or war, I want to stand up in my spirit and wield that sword. But when I come to my Father in worship, I want to freely pour out my love the way Rael did.
    Thanks for the reminder, baby girl.

Mark 10:15
"Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”
Mysterious Majesty
Serving King

Joyful Mourner
Suffering Sovereign
Humble Ruler
Slain Standing
Man God
    The dusty, traveled stranger drew more attention than the common passer-by. Head high, shoulders strong, commanding, even filling, the very air around him. What was so different, so...attractive, about this bedraggled, wandering Jew?
    Rumor had preceded the small band of men. Preparation had been made. Sometimes, it was said, he traveled with a hundred. Sometimes thousands followed him. Today, it was only twelve. Twelve ordinary men.
    The merchants were slightly disappointed. Still...there was something there. Something worth watching. Worth waiting for.
    Whispers. Sideways glances. Really, what could be so amazing? Granted, there was a certain fire in his eyes. A gentle command in his voice. Never demanding, but...well, you wouldn't for a minute disobey! His smile, his laugh...contagious.
    And then, as if he had only one objective, he strode straight into the center of the village. His men made place for him to sit. And he started to teach. That was all. Like a rabbi, a teacher of the law, he began to explain the Torah. His men listened, enraptured. Curiosity drew a small crowd. And then, as word spread, the crowd grew. As many as could squeeze into the small courtyard did, and the rest hung out of windows, or leaned over rooftops.
    Riveting. This man, this dirty stranger, with no pretense or fanfare, spoke of the mysteries of Heaven like he had been there himself. With the wisdom of the elders he explained the Prophets, and how the very words of the Torah had been woven together to lead straight to this very moment!
    Could it be? No...he couldn't possibly be suggesting....
    And then suddenly a scream! A man toward the front was shouting something unintelligible. It was Shlomo, the town "lunatic"! Frothing at the mouth, his face contorted, his eyes wild, he rushed at the teacher who stood up with an air of...ownership. Looking straight at the deranged man, and with a voice of complete control, he said, "Get out of him."
    That was it! Nothing more. Poor Shlomo fell to the ground as if he were dead. The silence was palpable. And then the teacher gently bent down and whispered something in Shlomo's ear. Slowly, both stood up, the teacher's arms around Shlomo's shoulders.
    The collective gasp seemed to suck all the air out of the sky, leaving everyone's skin tingling, the hair on their heads standing straight up. Matthias looked...normal. He smiled a smile that contained all the gratitude and admiration a man could possess. And then he sat down next to this...what was his name? Wasn't it Yeshua? Such a common name. A common-looking stranger.
    And then, one by one, a lame man here, a sick woman there, a mother with her child, came pressing up toward this man of authority. His hands, his gentle touch, crackled with a power that none had ever seen. His men stood up in a protective circle, just in time for a mad rush of desperate, dirty, sick and dying.
    What a time! As the sun bathed dusty foothills in brilliant shades of rose and tangerine, a calm settled over the tiny, transformed town. A few children darted here and there, laughing drifted down alleyways. Most sat around discussing how this young Jewish man had altered their lives forever.
    Who would have known? Who could have foreseen the unearthly power that would flow effortlessly from his hands. Who would have guessed at the life-giving words that he would speak. In a single afternoon, the impossible had now become possible. This man, this teacher, this...less than ordinary traveler would turn out to be...
    The Messiah.

Philippians 2
3 Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves;  4 do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.

 5 Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, 6 who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, 7 but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men.

 8 Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.

 9 For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, 10 so that at the name of Jesus EVERY KNEE WILL BOW, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11 and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

God as God. 12/01/2011
I want to be captivated by Your Beauty
Letting Your fiery eyes consume me
Dwelling in the midst of all Your Glory
This one thing I seek
Nina Landis
God as God
God is God
God is Good

God's very essence, His nature, His being is good. Goodness. Right Just Holy Perfect.
He has revealed Himself in all His goodness to all the world, and yet, this is NOT how our unassisted human hearts or the world choose to define Him.

The question. The one question that gives God a bum rap.
"If God is good, why..."
Why pain Why death Why disease Why wickedness?
Why would God allow, and even create, evil?

To understand God as good, it must be understood that everything He created He called "good". Without sin. Without corruption.

Sin = corruption. Breeds it. Releases it.

Yet, when evil happens, God is still good.
His nature does not change.
Wicked Painful Hurtful Hateful  - this does not negate the always-good-ness of God.
His Supremacy.
Ascendancy Dominance Preeminence Sovereignty.

Unassisted hearts blame God for suffering. The world insists on defining Him as other than He really is. As having created a flaw. Imperfection. As having created sin. As being flawed.

GOOD noun Definition of GOOD a : something that is good b (1) : something conforming to the moral order of the universe (2) : praiseworthy character : goodness

God is good. He cannot change who He is. Perfection is what He does. Every breath. Every motion. Every creation. Every purpose. He is Fire Lighting Thunder.
And there is always more. A deeper understanding. A further revelation. Forever. And Ever. And Ever. Never an end. Never a finale. No period.

Language falls so short.

It is always always always God's desire to heal, deliver, fill, pour-out-into.
The Kingdom is always His goal.
Justice and Mercy.

Is what pours out of revelation.
What our assisted hearts can now give, when we truly see. Finally know. Beyond our imaginations. Deeper than our limitations.
When we see.
When He is revealed.

Crafted Prayer:

Father, we declare that You are the Only God, and you You are SUPREME. You are completely Good. You have given Your Son, Jesus, the Name that is above every name, and at that Name every knee will bow. You have given Your Great and Holy Spirit to us, and by Him You are revealed.

Father, we treasure the revelation of You as God. Unassisted, even our greatest imaginations of You are limited at best, and affected by our weak and easily swayed hearts. Define Yourself to us, Father. Not in a limiting way, but instead, cause our heats to always search deeper and higher further for more of You.

Crush every false idea of who You are, and shine Your cleansing light onto every fear, doubt and disappointment that has tried to define You as other than who You really are.

    To Muse

    "The world is more like
    it is now then it ever
    has been before."

    -Dwight Eisenhower

    "I have blessed you
    so that the nations
    will know Me and
    see My glory."
    Jamie, from the book Radical
    by David Platt

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