You Are A Flower Blooming

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

Love Letters from Jesus – I Sing Over You with Love

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,

Jesus

Wind

The wind blows through our memories stirring the cobwebs of thoughts and emotions

The connections creak and shudder with the blast

Oh, wind, blow upon our souls with a gentle touch

Loosen the moorings and set us adrift in your comfort 

Unfurl the sails of our hearts to capture your delight

Free us from our limitations and self-imposed boundaries 

In the Shadow of Shaddai

You walk under my shadow. My strength and protection overshadow you. When you lie down to rest there is no fear, because my covering protects you. Walk in simple faith that my hand always overshadows you. No one can stand against me. No evil can penetrate the power of my love for you.  Rest, little one, in simple trust and belief. Keep the childlike eyes of your heart focused only on me. I protect you from the lies and threats of the world.  Lean into me, and we will dance and sing. We will walk hand in hand through out my kingdom.  My beloved, my dear lamb, rest in my arms.  

When Loss Is Heavy

When loss is heavy, winter lingers

Though the buds emerge, the blossoms seem burdened 

Cold creeps into the crevices as the mind shifts images

A dusting of snow intensifies the shadows, while unkempt thoughts clutter the recesses

Yet the Spring will emerge in fullness, as memories succumb to willed forgetfulness 

The Poor In Spirit

Can we look upon our own poverty –  our own emptiness and inability?  Earthen vessels easily broken and destroyed – formed out of clay and half-baked in the kiln – fragility in motion. An empty clay shell waiting to be broken, crushed by the world.  No strength to withstand the battering forces of the world.  The darkness concealed within released when the exterior shatters.

If we gaze upon and accept our total emptiness, poverty, helplessness, what is left?  What is the meaning of what has gone before –  a shadow, a dark turning of mere existence without purpose, direction, substance?

No! Jesus promised more than this.  He promised to fill the earthen vessel with his Spirit, His light.  The glory of God shining forth from every crack and imperfection.  Darkness banished and weakness replaced with His strength.  Divine destiny and purpose revealed.

Are we willing to admit our utter poverty to receive the marvelous riches of His glory?

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.  Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.  Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.  Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.  Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.  Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.  Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 5:3-10, ESV)

Dance with Me, Father!

[Reposted in memory of my Dad  (1943-2016) who is now dancing through the universe with our heavenly Father] Dance with me, Father! Let me stand on your feet as we twirl through the universe. Let u…

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