If life were seen in footprints

If life was made of footprints I wonder how many you would have made.  

Where you would have travelled and who would be there with you.  

How many walls, streets and roads you have travelled that will determined your life's end. 

Will you travel the wide road that causes everyone to experience the same life. 

Or will you travel the narrow road full of adventures that some people have never been before. 

Going before so that others may know the barely traveled roads. 

Where bush and trees are an adventure and a place were your not alone but guided by the trees. 

Which way next only your heart knows best. 

Following the hidden treasure map. 

The one your heart sings about the place where only you can find out. 

In the heart of hearts you would know that following this dream is the only place for me.  

How many worn paths have we traveled back and forth. Houses we have lived in and rooms we have contended in. 

If a footprint was a description of a life who knows where your feet will find a place to rest and stare.  

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From Abraham to Lot, to the Shulimite woman who hosted Elisha, to Martha and Mary even to the leaders of congregations hospitality has been announced as part of everyday life. 

Apart of a cultural norm. To not look only after your own but also the sojourner and the stranger, the poor and the broken. The widow and the fatherless.

 The Kingdom of Heaven holds a banquet for these ones and invites them to participate in the festival of delight. The family of God. The tribe of Christ.

Unity in the body of Christ is found by the showing of love to those who are not your own. 

It's easy to love those close to you but to love those that come and go from your life? 

To love the stranger that stands in the line in the shopping mall? 

To love the customer who is complaining about something you might have done wrong? 

To love the neighbour that keeps you awake all night with the music ringing in your ears. 

To love the person in the car that cuts you off or pulled in front of you. 

This is easier said then done, it is more helpful to say then to just do without being asked. 

It is the small things that create huge waves in other peoples lives.

Are you watching? 

Are you looking for those small wonders? 

Have you been touched by the heart of another? Blessed to be a blessing?

Does the industry of hospitality really make you feel refreshed? Comforted? Safe? Secure? Is it a Sanctuary? Do you feel like your feet are being washed?

How can we wash feet? Where can we make use of this habit in our daily lives?

Washing of the feet symbolises yes humility but also it is an opportunity of genuine worship. 

Take the story of the sinful woman in scripture who poured out her life's possessions for the one found worthy.

The washing the feet can also be seen as friendship opening the door to express love and enjoyment. 

My God walked upon this planet...

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He who was formed in the womb of a woman has now arisen and sits on a throne.

Captivated by hearts that draw near to hear his voice.

King Jesus set the captives free. King Jesus make the blind to see.

Rebellion and hate are growing still massacres happen nearly everyday.

Stabbing fighting hating the human life. Religion being a form of deceit.

Jeshua came to bring about a life incarnate to those who have died. 

Sin greed hate and jealousy all have lost the battle, for love will rule them all. 

And love has conquered death itself, fighting it to its grave. 

No more sorrow no more tears a time will come when life will be fulfilled.

Triumph and splendor greatness and wealth, proud of my maker. 

Whom humbled himself.

The land of sorrow will become a land of hope. Jerusalem and Judah will sing again. 

Songs of glad tidings to its King of kings.

My God walked upon this planet. My God has not forsaken me.

My God has woken every captive and called them his friend.

Accepted. Beloved. Adorned with great light. 

Fantasy has become reality with the bride becoming a wife.

 Dynasty and royalty are commonly found in speeches of Kings and Queens.

You now have the deciding choice to bow before the king. 

To become his friend and companion or become one he has not known.

Beauty

Fame is beauty in this world.
Yet in the presence of he who is beauty, he declares beauty as a definition of character, a existents of a being.

We marvel at landscape and twinkly lights, we marvel at a person or a show. Yet there is a presence in which you can enter and find a beauty indescribable so perfect that you shake with tremors and are in such awe of that presence.

In this presence you have been chosen to stand to gaze to look upon and behold holiness. To become like holiness and do as he does. In this presence you are identified as an existence of something greater than you can possible imagine

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