Choice

I shall return from my walk a new person
Is that not the purpose of the journey

If I taste good
If I taste bad
If I mourn 
Or if I’m glad
It is certainly my choice

But I shall return a new person

I may dwell where the wild waters flow
I  may rest by the contemplative pools
I may rise up to conquer the mountain tops
Or I may dive off the cliffs into the sea
It is certainly my choice

But I shall return a new person

Shall I fear the way that I go
Shall I stall to stay in one place
Shall I plunge into the abyss
Shall I take courage to stand in the mist
I certainly may – it is my choice

But I shall return a new person

So I shall go
	I shall stay
	        I shall dither
	                I shall stray
I shall live
	I shall die
		I shall believe
			I shall lie

But I shall return a new person
Because certainly that is my choice

But I shall go in the Father’s arms
I shall stay in the same abode
I shall die in His love
I shall live in Him

And I am a new person


(c) MDS 8/19/2021
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Portal of Fire

The door is wide open.  The door of my love is never closed.  It is like a fire portal in your heart, within your deepest self.  Some are afraid, because they fear the burning.  But there is no reason to fear.  It is like a burning in your bones – a longing you cannot describe.  It is encoded in your DNA.  When you step into the door, you free yourself to be embraced fully by my love.  The experience changes everything.  The burning is a desire to be fully alive in me.  No harm comes to my beloved ones as they come through the door.

The door is and will always  be open for eternity.  The choice is freely yours to walk through.  I always wait for  you.  Once you enter all is well.  Enter now, enter later – the draw is irresistible, because it is your original design.  Once you taste of it, you will not want to turn away.  Come and see; come and taste; come and experience the fullness.  The only hinderance is fear, but my love has conquered all fear and will overcome all resistance.  My love is infinite.  Selah.

Heart’s Cry

Is there God

God! Is there a Father

Are you what I imagine

Could you be different than our stories

We live, we die

Where do we connect

We imagine, we build, we destroy

Can we distinguish our own realities

Life, creation, being in motion

Circles of relationships connected, disconnected

The space between explosive potential

Can bonds be restored once exploited

BECAUSE

BECAUSE

Do you see me
Do you see me

Because I am there

In the darkest places
In the deepest despair

I am there

Did you stop looking
Did you give up all hope

Because I am there

In the darkest places
In the deepest despair

I am there

Will you look up
Will you hope again

Because I am here

In the darkest places
In your deepest despair

I am here

You see me
You see me

Because I am here

 

Freedom of Love

You are defined by my love.
You asked, and I gave.
I gave, and you received.
You received, and I increased.
I increased, and you rejoiced in my abundance.
 
As you rejoice in new found freedom, I strengthen you to move forward into more. Freedom requires strength. Law does not. The fallen mindset hearkens back to the fruit it ate and falls so easily into the lie of self-sustenance. But you my child I strengthen to walk in the freedom of my love, my joy, my kingdom, my provision. You were born again in Christ to receive an inheritance that I prepared for my children. Receive it like a child.

Fire of Love

The power of my Spirit moves. But it moves in love. This is how you discern – is it in love? If love is not the core, then it is not of me. My very being is love. My substance is love – undiluted, unpolluted, other focused love.

You must grasp this burning love to know me. I burn the darkness from you. I illuminate the darkest corners of your existence. When you embrace this fire it consumes. What is left unscathed is my image in you. My image that has always been there buried under the cares of the world and the hurts that only I can fully see. But don’t despair and don’t be frightened; my fire of love is good. I don’t and I won’t hurt you. Discern with my heart and don’t be afraid of my fiery love. Stronger than death my love is a seal upon your heart, my treasured bride.

Papa’s Gift

You are named Daughter of God.  Born of my love; sustained in my strength.  My arm does not grow weary; my heart never fails.  My grace is multiplied and everlasting.  Your rest is complete – receive my offering to you. Guilt and shame have no place.  Do not let the lies strangle who you are in me.  I vanquish them with my word.  One look of my eyes destroys the accusations.  So look deep into me, and you will find no condemnation, no doubt.  My faith for you is strong.  My love is solid.  Rest in my truth.  Rest in my loving arms of forgiveness and acceptance.  Be one with me in all things, and you will never be confounded or desolate.  The wilderness has been transformed by the rivers of my love.  The lush garden of my existence awaits all who enter the gate.  The entry is wide open, and all can come.  Come in and bring yourself to me.  Freely receive, and freely bring others to the garden.  My prized fruit like jewels await your indulgence – good to eat, good for life.  My tree of life flourishes now and forever.  Eat only from my tree of bounty, and the fragrance of my love will blossom in you.  The fragrance of my love cancels the fragrance of death and destruction.  The fragrance of my love cannot be defeated.  I have conquered.  I continue to conquer the lies of the enemy.  Light shines and will not be extinguished.  My blessings, my love flood the earth.  My kingdom now established expands.  Praise and glory surround me, because I AM.  You? – you are with me in my glory.  See it, taste it, feast in me.  My love, my mercy, my power endure.

No One Should Cry Alone (Lullaby of Heaven)

 

She’s in pigtails and lace
The pretend party is in place
She calls to him as he comes through the door
Dance with me, Daddy
But he is too concerned with his cares
So she dances with Mr. Teddy Bear
And angels come and surround her heart
Jesus holds her in his arms
Because no one should dance alone

Lullaby of heaven
Angels singing love songs
Jesus crying and singing along
Streams of glory flowing
Lullabies of heaven caressing our heart
Because no one cries alone

He puts on his favorite team’s hat
Grabs his glove, ball, and bat
He prays maybe this time
But he is not chosen
He sits on the bench his mind frozen
And angels come and surround his heart
Jesus holds him in his arms
Because no one should play alone

Lullaby of heaven
Angels singing love songs
Jesus crying and singing along
Streams of glory flowing
Lullabies of heaven caressing our heart
Because no one cries alone

She stands by the little grave
She wasn’t supposed to be pregnant
But it happened any way
Shunned and shamed the baby came
Too soon and too small, she’s lost everything
Angels come and surround her heart
Jesus holds her in his arms
Because no one should cry alone

Lullaby of heaven
Angels singing love songs
Jesus crying and singing along
Streams of glory flowing
Lullabies of heaven caressing our heart
Because no one cries alone

[The way I saw this as I wrote it, the angels were both real angels ministering to broken hearts, but they were also symbolic of individuals partnering with Holy Spirit to reach out to others.  The first "angel" is a grandfather who comes to the party and dances.  The second "angel" is another little child on the playground who says, "come be my friend".  The last "angel" is a nurse from the hospital who comes to the graveside to comfort a mother mourning. May we be listening to the quite voice of Holy Spirit who will guide us so that no one cries alone.]

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Kept in safety
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