How rare it is in this evil generation to find one with a glimpse of light. Flickers are few and far in between even. The world has grown dark. Is there no light shining anymore? No love or hope to speak of? I wonder at times. But then FINALLY you will see a glow, a sparkle so to speak. The person could be a complete stranger but because they have the same light in them, you feel like you have known them forever. Those without it would never understand. They may even think you insane or obtuse. But the feeling is real… the love between fellow Christians. I feel at times like I am on the verge of busting open… just wanting someone to share with. My thoughts, his love. I look for the longing heart, the eyes with sorrow held back. Hope is still here in the hopeless world and I know the secret. The great secret that brings even strangers together.
Oh the discomfort of being suspended in midair. Fear of the unknown. No place to rest my feet or grab hold. I feel alone stranded in the heavens between the earth and space. Waiting for my Love to bring me to a safe place. My fate in his plan. My self is in his hands. I trust him I say, but do I pretend? Oh the strangeness of the present. The past is gone; the future awaits. What did you have in mind my Love? Unknowing I close my eyes, breathe, and rest in what I do know. That you love me, you have yourself for me so that all you are could replace all I am. And in that I find peace in midair. The trembling ceases; I no longer shake of fear because I am safe and You are here.
She attempted to seize a breath but found her efforts futile. The purposelessness of life suffocated her. Hopelessness encaged her as a small bird in a trapper’s ruse. Consciousness fled from her being and fate gave the impression that her very life was being brought to an end. All her senses diminished as dusky shadows became her attire. Her existence as she knew it, had departed. Everything she once loved had no meaning. She was numb. Astonishment overcame her as a sweet acceptance of death emerged. When all was black and not one heartbeat was heard, then a miraculous work began taking place. A whisper as soft as the wind was heard imparting life. A small beam of light exhibited itself. Glimmer soon became gleam until luminosity ensued. She gasped for air but swallowed something of a diverse origin, unlike any inhaled breath she had savored before. The taste of this new life was sweet. The more she experienced of this dissimilar subsistence, the more she craved and desired it. She felt a dividing between all she once was and this that she had become. It was unlike her person; another essence. The altogether otherness was the source of the appealing draw. A piercing pain was felt as the two different creations severed, but still an overcoming peace that everything was alright. Like a caterpillar in a cocoon she could not budge. As the new life of the butterfly swept over her, this was the hardest part – being still. A breaking down and going into pieces was in place. Finally, a snap heard in the hard casing – a new life had emerged. What she once was- was no more. Something not of herself had blissfully taken over – an altogether new creation. The beauty of what had ensued made all the terrible suffering worthwhile.
so first I did like Walid said and put myself in the times of the writing
1 The vision of Isaiah the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
So I stopped and thought who were these kings?
Well these kings are kings of Judah (after Israel and Judah split- if you remember from Kings and Chronicles these two split because Israel did not serve God and Judah did)… Uzziah was the king that followed God but he trusted in his own goodness as seen by him walking into the holy of holies in the temple (something only priests-representing Christ were allowed to do) and thus he was struck with leprosy Continue reading
“Gal 2:20 I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
Live it by faith in the Son of God,and you are crucified to yourself but risen and ascended into heaven through Christ who went before you. You should not be attached to this world but dull to anything that isn’t getting you to or maintaining that position of faith in Christ.” Continue reading
You got to read this:
Isa 61:1 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison tothem that are bound; Continue reading
Vessels Broken to Treasures
2Co 4:6 For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
2Co 4:7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. Continue reading
I read in Nehemiah about the hard times Israel went thru when they were coming out of captivity and rebuilding Judah. They saw how sinful they had been and how much they had lived for themselves and became very broken and fasted and prayed and read his word and allowed themselves to become truly broken… because it is when people get like that that god can truly begin to work in them
They really begin to mean business with God seeing how selfish they had been and not paying god any attention. They begin separating themselves from anybody of the world and then they begin tithing- but tithing everything not just money Continue reading
Let Him kiss with the kisses of His mouth. His lips are like lilies dropping with sweet smelling myrrh. Oh, Won’t you kiss me? For Love is as strong as death. Jealousy as cruel as the grave. The coals thereof are coals of fire with a most vehement flame. Draw me and I will run. Here I am, dark but comely. Lord, where doest thou feed? You say, “Follow Me.” Continue reading
Oh dear sister don’t be dismayed; Greater are His thoughts and ways. When life seems as it’s not of worth, where were you when he found the earth? So as the clay in the potter’s hand, You must trust in what you don’t understand. Oh dear brother cant you see, You’re feel captive with no victory. Oh turn your eyes to the Son; Your fight has already been won. He broke the chains and set you free; So trust in His blood and just believe. So dear child stay in the way. Letting nothing lead you astray. Don’t let trouble and angst and fear. Or trial, temptation steer. You’ve been set free from this old life. Everything’s alright in Christ.