The following is a “picture” that is painted with words. Because I don’t know what to really call it, I’ve simply titled it a “A Word Painting”.
This particular painting is called “Living Prior to…” Since it is a relatively dark “painting”, lest someone think I am depressed or worst, I’ve also included an additional writing that reflects “Life After…”.
Living Prior to…
When the heart is wrapped in despair and there is no place to turn but inward, escapism consumes. Dark lyrics strum through the mind, and the dance is mournful. The only respite – bright fantasies woven in the mind’s eye as days fade and life slips by. A facade of normality is maintained at an excruciatingly high cost. Motions to appease a mad society are drawn from a motionless existence. The end comes when the will to appease is vanquished and fantasy assumes reality.
I am Worship
Created by a Father
Loved by the Son
Filled with the Spirit
Surrounded by wings of His glory
Smiled upon by creation
Overflowing with His love
Created for singing and dancing
I am Worship
My blessings come with no sorrow. Trials come and I use them for your good, but I don’t harm you. I don’t send catastrophe and destruction upon you. So trust in me. Be confident in your decisions and in my guidance. What the world calls failure is just an opportunity to try something different. So there is no fear in stepping out, taking risks, and trying. I am not a father who demands perfection and criticizes my children. I am a loving father who gently encourages and guides. I work along side you and bring you to success. So give me your heart – it is safe with me. We will work together to fulfill your destiny. I designed you equipped to accomplish all the things that I placed in your heart. So don’t doubt that you will succeed. We travel together always – fears, anxiety, doubt are powerless. Simply hold my hand as we journey. Hills and mountains will provide unimaginable vistas. Valleys will be resting places with rivers of nourishment and fields of joy. Be at peace with me, and let’s continue on the adventure.
There are journeys to
and journeys from
There are journeys of remembering
and journeys of forgetting
There are journeys of discovering
and journeys of giving
Cherish each journey
Missing a journey is missing life
The movement of the hands has stopped
The incessant tick, tick, tock silent
Designed for a function no longer needed
But still adorned by craftsmanship and beauty
Repurposed as a memory
Treasures and mystery dormant within
I took some time to go through my journals to look for entries that might be encouraging to others who are seeking to understand their security and identity in the Lord. I’ve titled these posts “Moments in His Presence”, because they flowed out of time spent wrapped in his love and listening to his voice. I pray that they may encourage and bless you.
I love you with an everlasting love – a love that will not die and cannot be defeated. You live in me; I live in you. Come to the fullness of the understanding of our unity. I challenge you to fully open yourself up to my love. I demonstrated my love for you at the cross. I demonstrated my love for you through the Holy Spirit. This is enough, but I long to give you even more. The fullness of the Spirit is available to my children. Long for it, and pursue it. Seek and you shall find. I give only good gifts to my children. Take time to seek me – I am waiting for you, and am ever eager to meet with you. I love you in all truthfulness, all faithfulness – a love forever.
You are like a flower blooming
Closed tight within your sepals
Hidden away the beauty of your design
But the sun and rain begin to call
A gentle touch opens the shell
A brilliant gem shines forth unexpectedly
A life is lived with abandon
Fruit is born to refresh others
Seeds are planted bringing forth more beauty
I love you. Just as you are. There is no darkness in you. When those thoughts come, it is the enemy questioning your identity. We are united. You abide in me. Would I be united with darkness or evil? Of course not!
Always keep your face turned towards me. Look upon me, and you will not doubt my love. But even if you do, I will whisper, “Child, I love you. Child, look at me – I am not disappointed in you. I am well pleased with you.”
So don’t listen to the voices of negativity. They can come in many forms – loved ones, friends, acquaintances, co-workers. Close your ears to those voices, and rest in me and my love. I will tell you over and over of my love. I never weary of reminding you. I know your heart – it is mine, and it is pure. So turn your ears to the sound of heaven – a love song resonating from my heart. A love song that conquered death and the grave. A love song that birthed a nation of kings and priests – chosen children of God.
Be loved by me,