Make Us As I Am


Awaken In My Love – A Love Note from Papa

Now is the time to awaken in my love. My people perish because they do not know my love and acceptance. They are thirsty and dying when water flows freely around them. All they have to do is drink. Show them the water – the fountain is within. It flows freely for those who see it. Eyes will open when my love is proclaimed. Refreshing waters of the Spirit will flow forth. Declare my love and provision for my children, and they will drink from the fountain of life.

Perpetual Optimist

IMG_9038As I was talking with someone the other day, he out of the blue called me a perpetual optimist.  He does not realize the irony in his statement.  Unknown to him, at one point in my life, a personality survey revealed that I was Eeyore.  Yes, it was a Winnie the Pooh personality test, but since I was actually wearing an Eeyore watch at the time, it seemed to be accurate.

So what has changed?  I was a Christian at the Eeyore stage, but obviously not a very victorious one.  Thankfully a shift occurred.  The best way that I can describe it is that I met the real Jesus Christ.  Not one cloaked in tradition and veiled by rules and regulations.  Not one who pointed an accusing finger at my faults.  But I met the one who said let me heal you, let me release you from bondage, and let me take you away from this life.

Did I straight away run into his arms of love and transformation?  No.  Too many  layers of hurts and betrayals still clouded my vision, and mistrust stood in the way.  But Jesus and Father God do not take our feeble “no” for a final answer.  Looking at the cross clearly demonstrates their commitment.  So slowly, step by step, Jesus has led knowing that eventually I would take the plunge into full abandonment.  I cannot say that I have fully reached that point of utter abandonment, but a perpetual optimist is a long way from Eeyore.  And I am not afraid of the plunge.

Song of Songs 4

The Passion Translation (TPT)

The Bridegroom-King

Listen, my dearest darling,
    you are so beautiful—you are beauty itself to me!
    Your eyes glisten with love,
    like gentle doves behind your veil.
    What devotion I see each time I gaze upon you.
    You are like a sacrifice ready to be offered.[a]
When I look at you,
    I see how you have taken my fruit and tasted my word.
    Your life has become clean and pure,
    like a lamb washed and newly shorn.
    You now show grace and balance with truth on display.
Your lips are as lovely as Rahab’s scarlet ribbon,[b]
    speaking mercy, speaking grace.
    The words of your mouth are as refreshing as an oasis.
    What pleasure you bring to me!
    I see your blushing cheeks
    opened like the halves of a pomegranate,[c]
    showing through your veil of tender meekness.
When I look at you,
    I see your inner strength, so stately and strong.
    You are as secure as David’s fortress.
    Your virtues and grace cause a thousand famous soldiers
    to surrender to your beauty.
Your pure faith and love rest over your heart
    as you nurture those who are yet infants.

The Shulamite

I’ve made up my mind.
    Until the darkness disappears and the dawn has fully come,
    in spite of shadows and fears,
    I will go to the mountaintop with you—
    the mountain of suffering love[d]
    and the hill of burning incense.
    Yes, I will be your bride.[e]

The Bridegroom-King

Every part of you is so beautiful, my darling.
    Perfect is your beauty, without flaw within.
Now you are ready, my bride,
    to come with me as we climb the highest peaks together.
    Come with me through the archway of trust.[f]
    We will look down[g]
    from the crest of the glistening mounts
    and from the summit of our sublime sanctuary.
    Together we will wage war
    in the lion’s den and the leopard’s lair
    as they watch nightly for their prey.
For you reach into my heart.
    With one flash of your eyes I am undone by your love,
    my beloved, my equal, my bride.
    You leave me breathless—
    I am overcome
    by merely a glance from your worshiping eyes,
    for you have stolen my heart.[h]
    I am held hostage by your love
    and by the graces of righteousness shining upon you.[i]
10 How satisfying to me, my equal, my bride.
    Your love is my finest wine—intoxicating and thrilling.
    And your sweet, perfumed praises—so exotic, so pleasing.
11 Your loving words are like the honeycomb to me;
    your tongue releases milk and honey,
    for I find the Promised Land flowing within you.[j]
    The fragrance of your worshiping love
    surrounds you with scented robes of white.[k]
12 My darling bride, my private paradise,
    fastened to my heart.
    A secret spring are you that no one else can have—
    my bubbling fountain hidden from public view.
    What a perfect partner to me now that I have you.
13–14 Your inward life is now sprouting, bringing forth fruit.
    What a beautiful paradise unfolds within you.[l]
    When I’m near you, I smell aromas of the finest spice,
    for many clusters of my exquisite fruit
    now grow within your inner garden.
    Here are the nine:
    pomegranates of passion,[m]
    henna from heaven,[n]
    spikenard so sweet,[o]
    saffron shining,[p]
    fragrant calamus from the cross,[q]
    sacred cinnamon,[r]
    branches of scented woods,[s]
    myrrh, like tears from a tree,[t]
    and aloe as eagles ascending.[u]
15 Your life flows into mine, pure as a garden spring.
    A well of living water springs up from within you,
    like a mountain brook flowing into my heart![v]

The Shulamite Bride

4:16–5:1  Then may your awakening breath
    blow upon my life until I am fully yours.
    Breathe upon me with your Spirit wind.
    Stir up the sweet spice of your life within me.
    Spare nothing as you make me your fruitful garden.
    Hold nothing back until I release your fragrance.
    Come walk with me as you walked
    with Adam in your paradise garden.[w]
    Come taste the fruits of your life in me.

The Bridegroom-King

I have come to you, my darling bride,
    for you are my paradise garden!

The Shulamite Bride

Come walk with me until I am fully yours.
    Come taste the fruits of your life in me.

A Word Painting

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


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

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,



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 

Dance with Me, Father!

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