A wandering question about self

Slave: "Cries out on the streets, in the malls until dawn. I want to be found!"

Slave: "Screams here I am, here's where I am! Use me! See me!"

Freedom says: "Come! Feel the touch of grace through me! Grace to be yourself, grace to walk as intended, without boundaries and limits, of WHO you really are. The destiny you once were has come alive. FREEDOM. Resurrection. Whole. Forgiven. No limit to the speed you go towards the Self you were created to be."

Slave: cries help!
Freedom says: I will.

Slave: Who are you?

Freedom: "I am your creator, your origin, in whom I liken you to look like.

I fashioned and formed you in the depths of the earth, putting each finger, eye and toe in place, just right!I am the one who gave you your name, your breathe, your very existence."

Slave: "whispers why would you do this for me? I am bound in chains? I couldn't pay you back? Gradually getting louder spelling out it's self life. I can't even reach you? I can't find you? I don't know how to accept You? I'm ugly, I've been used, I'm broken in pieces?"

Freedom starts walking closer, looking with compassion and mercy as Slave gets lower to the ground and falls backward.

Freedom: "I do not condemn you, come I have a key, I have band aids, come I'll tell you who you truly are. Walk with me, I'll walk you through the life I planned for you."

Slave: Cries What if I fall, what if I make a mistake, what if I don't live up to what you expect?

As Freedom unlocks one locket. A flash of light, a spark, Slave jeers backwards. "What was that?"

Where to go from here, what should be the answer to Slaves question?

what a great day!

The bustling leaves, the turning winds, around a corner spring shoots come.

The raising of the sun, and the setting of its rays. Pictures of life within the clouds.

What a great day.

 

A dancing a buzzing of dreams gone by.

A rescue, a hope fulfilled, a memory of life that has just gone still.

Breaking through is breaking news in ones life of hopelessness,

A standing still, a sigh of relief as the coming brings a new season of life. 

 

Twisting, turning waving and shaking, what is to be?

What does this heart yearn to see?

A new heaven a new earth, redemptions song coming forth.

A day of celebration a year in the making, beautiful things take an eternity.

 

Flaming fire, bright as the sun, flashing forth a glorious Son.

Tangled deep within a human a longing is felt

And yet is waiting to be fulfilled.

When Oh God will you pour out your love, when God will you draw close?

When God will I see you face to face and never have to leave this place?

 

Oh I'm waiting for this day, a glorious sound will be released, a sigh of excitement a song of glee.

Day by day I wonder which day, you will come back and we will see face to face. 

A generation of lovers will arise

Oh the silence of fathers and mothers. The rebellious , corrupt generations that just wanted to do what they wanted when they wanted to do it, and wanting to give their kids instant things. But look actually look at what this next generation is walking in, you who were fathered and mothered yet denied the presence of that which is necessary, did you not learn from them? Did you not hear their advice? Are you juggling too many expectations of what people actually want. Are we not mothers are we not fathers do you not see that love is the answer, that not human love nor the gifts of humanity but an eternal love that out lasts the generations, that is consistent, pure and exactly what we crave.

 

Is not the LORD drawing and calling people to be lovers not workers, is not the LORD cultivating a generation of new fathers and mothers, of nurturing by faith, by humility and grace extended to one and all. Is not the LORD fashioning and forming a definite expression of him self with those who are willing to go to the extreme, to go to the hardest and furtherest nations, those that are blinded by religion by doing things.

 

Come then join in the fun in the song of revelation. A dance of joyous pursuit, a hope that which we have been called, extends it's hand to us and pulls us along. A swirl and a swing a tangling a win, dancing beneath an autumn leaf song. Trees are dancing, waving there branches hurray. The leaves are falling down for joy and laughter is their game. A royal ballet a cheerful glee as one comes to the kingdom entering victoriously

A Offering of Worth

The pain rises within her

The gripping sorrow of her heart,

fear, rejection agonising yet sympathises with her heart.

 

Misunderstandings had taken place,

People had got the wrong end of what she was wanting to say.

To express love was what she had to offer, brokenness was her fame.

Wearing the broken record of worry and anxiety she simple became,

Ashes and sorrow, her everyday face.

 

She had had enough, she was sick of her pain,

A man of great power had beckoned her name.

Come and sin no more, follow me

and I will show you where freedom lives,

if you show me your pain?

 

She gathered all that she possessed

Her worldly treasures her own gain

And she poured it out at his feet

With tears streaming down her face.

A response of shame a display of disrespect in mans eyes

Yet she came, with an open heart and open mind wanting the great exchange.

 

Beauty for ashes,

the oil of joy for mourning,

a garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. (Isaiah 61)

 

And his response, this man of great worth,

This man of power and authority said...

Do not reject her, leave her alone

She has done a beautiful thing to me...

She has done what she could...

And I declare that wherever the gospel is preached

What she has done will be told in memory of her. (Mark 14:6-9)

 

God acknowledges us in our pain he says

 'I was there with you and I promise to heal you.'

 

 

 

 

NOTE:Tears are a beautiful response to the hurt and pain that life throws at us.

They are our words when there are none to say.
 

Do not judge others in their pain
for crying out to God "Deliver me from this pain."

For tears bring freedom not condemnation
they bring joy to us when we face our pain.

So do not reject the one who cries from shame,
but rejoice that she is giving her pain
to the one who holds the key to the great exchange;
Freedom is our Portion,
Freedom is our Name.

For those who cry out to the Lord
he will swiftly make the exchange.

The Memories

The memories of childhood the faults and misconception,

The joys and laughter's is a weaving of history in our lives.

Sharing in the glory and tribulation of the cross of Christ,

Has brought me to remember that God is faithful, and he is in control. 

The highs and lows the sadness and joy

The memories of the glory of God being revealed.

Embracing the pain, rejecting the lies

And holding on to the truths brings Gods love to you.

Healing comes when facing the lies

And speaking the truth will counteract the lie.

Fear and rejection is redeemed through the cross,

Meditation and restoration are freedoms song.

Hands stretched out arms receive the love of God just for me.

God I thank you for creating me.

You Pursue me!!

There's got to be more than this?

There's got to be more to search?

A job a home a family a life,

yet what am I searching for?

Something bigger, someone who Knows me

Searching in the waves and curves of life for the infinite things

A constant, something that remains,

something I can find in this darkness

Something bigger something greater

Who is this one who pursues me?

He, God Pursues me. Fullstop

Yet me a faithless, lifeless, loveless being

Is what You God pursue and search for.

Like a lost sheep, wandering, You follow me.

When I fall you pick me up and carry me.

You know me my Shepherd, You know me.

A love so unreal, constantly faithful, Forgiving me

A God who pursues me!!

My heart searches you and now I see

This is why you made me,

You pursue me I pursue you

Searching after Your Great Devine.

Just One

The crowd is all around
Just One Man
The crowd is closing in
Crashing and Crushing
To see a glimpse

The Man's Words
The way He speaks
Has Power and Authority
It's nothing You had heard or seen.

People push and shove all around Him
as He moves towards a Song.
A Song of Thanksgiving,
A Song of Praise
Lifted high to Glorify God's Name.
A healing takes place.

But as He's moving, going along
He feels power released with a touch
He stops and shout, 'Who touched me?'

A mother, a Daughter, a Widow who knows?
Comes crawling back on her knees, oh so low.
The crowd splits as she drags herself
Desperately not wanting to be seen.
Crying with glee she tells her story
Constant bleeding for years you see.

Just One Touch, Just One Word
That is all you need.
'Daughter your faith has made you well, Go in peace.'


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Adoration and expression through one on one interaction.

This past Tuesday we did an Adoration set, where we sat in a room with classical music; spiritually inspired of course; as our main leader spoke truths and words about the characteristic of God the EVERLASTING. He gave a few scriptures and then started to pray, speaking out his adoration of God, using words like Unceasing One, Continuous, Uncreated, Permanent, Immeasurable..... on and on he went, for a whole hour and WOW the presence of God was felt. He asked us to also meditate of some of the verses, to connect with God on a personal level as he was. He started off in Psalms 90:2:

“Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever you had formed the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.”

In the stillness and quiet places of my heart I looked and heard a voice 'I am continuous, I have no beginning and no end, I am uncreated, I am complete. I am the Ancient One and I stands alone, there is none who can compare to me, no box you can put me into, no catergory to explain label or define. I AM is everlasting, ever increasing,(in human sense) permanent and supreme. I formed culture, families and the lines of chemistry. The earth in its form was calculated, designed and breathe into. My finger print is on all things and from me is the flowing fountain that brings life and I am your access point to creativity, diversity, intellegence, and form. From me all things move and have their beings.'

So this is my hearts response to God, scattering my thoughts about him being Everlasting.

Anicent One, Glorious in Splendor, You were,

      You are and You will be forever

Lasting throughout eternity.

My heart beats double time

     For your nearness is incompariable.

Your Desire is for me

     I am Yours

              You are Mine.

Life overflows from you

     in you I have being...

I have beauty... I have value

     I have identity...

In you I find

                 LOVE

In Your Great and Marvelous Design

     You have crafted, formed and breathe

Leaving your marks for me to see

     To search you out for all eternity.

GOD YOU ARE CONTINEOUS