A single solitary beauty
glorious and unmatched
encircled in thorns
unlike anything seen before
enveloped in majestic perfection
opening His heart
and giving His life
for all of us
not just some
for us all
beauty and death swirled into one
the light a pale kiss upon deep magenta veins
the Creator’s design to teach us Hope
for life is evolving in front of our eyes
one minute opening like a slow dance
the next withering into a curl of loss
darkening into dried silken ash
but before falling softly to the ground
another slow dance peels open God’s heart
blossoming into Hope in an instant
finding your tree of life
Glory kisses a seed
grow towards the light
rinse in the falling rain
shine and bow
once rooted sway away
for the light is grown in you
and hope is your seed
find the Messiah in you
the Hope of Glory
burning in the light
leave darkness to fall
shine from your soul
stretch your branch of hope
resting in the Messiah
the Hope of Glory
rising from the ashes
stirring the wind of a lost world
to save a species unworthy
more beautiful than an eagle
no flaming phoenix compares
soaring a slow sacred spiral
eyes surveying lush green
rolling into grays and dark
filthy boxes of mortality
shadowed by the girdle
of rising peaks of white
in a breath or a moment
of cleanliness and clarity
before carnality dances by
filling the streets now tiny
His soul smiles
as He rises further
busy, always so busy
buzzing from one stray thought to another
around a stalk of witless obsession
a deep need filled with perceptions
of life, the edges of a feathered fracture
to tap dance across
on a breeze of easy answers
as life, bored into years of numbness
becomes a drone hovering
you are gliding in emptiness
and your heart has missed its journey
never pausing your flight to wonder why
not even for one slender moment
so long as you are busy,
busy, always so busy
His Glory swirls in pure Holiness
blazing with fire and a furious cry
folds of His Mantle awash
rippling with each unbelievable ‘Why’?
His confusion over our choices
tumbling the clouds in the sky
with His Hope peeking through barely
in a pure white slice of die
His Power to lovingly create
or destroy it all from on high
clearly displayed for you
in the Glorious Flames of His Sigh
Life finds a way
in a river
atop a bus sized boulder
with only a few things needed:
and something to hold onto.
In life, to find your way
through the twists and turns
raging falls and calm pools
atop a boulder or under a spell
struggling through some eventual rapids
or floating along peacefully
you only need a few things:
the sunshine God created to grow our world
the pure clean water and food He created
and His Amazing Promise to hold onto.
Everything else is just wind.
a little morning haze
turned into a glorious daze
born to fly across the sky
my fellow birds and I
surreal barely describes it
you know you’ve lost your wits
your breathing forgotten and gone
your heart races on and on
pounding to be set free
and see exactly what you see
rising up your throat for a peek
halting any attempt to speak
as joy flies by at an easy speed
peace floods in to fulfill ALL need
grin now wrapped around your ears
love exploding out in tiny tears
shake your head and focus now
get control long before you plow
into a mountain or land in a tree
your life is in your own hands… see
so snap out of the incredible bliss
leave behind the awesome amazingness
that phenomenal rush will soon be back
tomorrow swinging in a swing on crack
you can’t get enough
you never will
sleep when your dead
never stand still
nesting in your soul
just beneath a cloudy day
right above a dried up creek
lies a motionless rubble strewn path
covered in weak branches
chipped at boulders
and burnt sage of all colors
waiting foolishly stubbornly
for a deluge
to save them
to meet their need
to relieve its loneliest limb
down to it’s deepest root
but the clouds won’t give
and the water walked away
the very same moment you did
bursting as a daffodil in spring
my G-baby-girl beats her own drum
with life, love and orneriness a plenty
I’m still lost as to where that came from
sparkling with innocence
and far too precious to lose
her giggles of mirth so contagious
her flight mimicking kangaroos
I’d love to know what she’s thinking
behind her beautiful blue sky eyes
flitting from one moment to the next
a hummingbird of dramatic sighs
an artist at heart her muse dubious
shaping the adorable smirk you see above
four years reshaping my heart vastly
in the spring I was flooded in love
He created breathtaking Glory for me…
that hard headed soul rooted deeper than a tree
Here before many an eternity…
flowing through time a magnificent sea
He began before dawn mercifully…
gushing life to bursting yet openly lonely
So mountains rose with Majesty…
volcanoes erupting in joy as oceans swelled uncontrollably
While the earth shook frantically…
His smile fashioned giants warming our souls into reality
A Heaven filled with impossible Glory…
wrapped around our home before spending an eternity…
on just you and me
a trillion stars in the night sky
ticking along in their own time
managed to time to
a massive star
on the day of His birth
a blood red moon
on the day of His death
yet still you question
this massive star
moved south leading
learned men on
and then stopped
moving in retrograde
this blood red moon
began three hours before
was full on red
as Yeshuah died
and gone three hours after
and still you question
why did God make the heavens?
for us to worship… love… gaze at?
NO! They are HIS CLOCK! His Massive FATHER CLOCK!
They show us exact moments in time when we should celebrate, rest, honor Him,
and follow His timeline for us.
DID YOU KNOW that in 3AD… Jupiter was amazingly bright as it moved directly south from Nazareth, leading the Magi to Jerusalem, then retrograde for some time, hovering straight above “where the child was”, before moving backwards. At the same time, the moon was sitting directly below the constellation Virgo! Giving rise to a NEWLY BIRTHED MOON!
DID YOU KNOW that in 33AD… there was a full eclipse, bringing out the stars at noon and turning the moon blood red at 3 pm, approximately the time Yeshuah took his last breath?? The moon that day rose with an eclipse already started from below the horizon. And of course you’ve heard of the massive earthquake that rocked the entire area, including the temple, ripping the veil in half.
It’s like GOD placed a giant sized map up there for us, and is just waiting for us to see it… for the first time.
These astrological events are from written documents and scientific histories of the time…
not the Holy Bible or DSS or Tanakh!!!
Some say it’s green here all year, but I see the blue. So if the trees are green… then the sky must be yellow, or it wouldn’t be blue… true?
The overcast blurs my life into a haze, my mind follows along in step, yet the blue’s don’t depress me. They ease the glare of winter white, coloring the darkness that touches everything into a peaceful deep ocean blue. They never get me down, but instead give me a few moments of peace, the peace you feel in the silence, while standing all alone in a foot of snow beneath giants.
I drove here, the other day, just four miles from my house, yet a wonderland of whitened beauty with only the sounds of snow falling and branches creaking under it’s weight.
You may see darkness and gloom, but I see the same sapphire blue that God carved the original commandments into. His was stone, mine is sky.
This world of blue never harms my soul.
It only holds back my heart for a time, then lets it burst into fresh joy when spring comes along and I get to fly again. Above these magnificent giant green trees, where I frantically learn to tell the difference between trees and grass from a thousand feet above the earth. We fall at the rate of something like ten feet per second, which gives me what… a minute or so to find a landing spot. You say “eek”… but I say “GOD!!!!”
All right before begging for help. Still, sometimes I wish I could fly in winter, without my eyeballs freezing and my hands breaking off… just for the winter beauty. Landing would be softer, I must admit. So maybe some warm, really warm winter day I just may try it… someday far in the future when I’m a good pilot, and not a beginner.
But if you ever get to see the blue, inhale it. Breathe it in deeply… it is pure peace!
to move mountains
one rocky bit at a time
begins with a tear drop
shameless and unswerving
lured by a deep desire
becoming a legion
by a singular longing
picking up speed
unable to resist
a tiny grain slips away
way up high, where I rarely go
its’ beauty shining brightly in a pure clean white
blanketing the darkness in a majestic sight
a miracle in physics in each tiny amazing flake
unique amongst a billion copies gloriously remake
a lonely barren mountainside longing to lift its face
to smile brightly up at God, shining back His Grace
following footprints into the past
at the edge of an ocean unimaginably vast
across stepping stones jagged and raw
led by a brilliance beaming with awe
toes sinking into a swirling mist
of wispy strands in a pinkish blue twist
my path across the sea a brave step away
if only my faith would finally hold sway
over my fears of literally no escape
wrapped in a darkness like a doubting cape
until light pierces my soul into soaring
far above the evil baneful and roaring
as I float across a graceful green blue sea
each step I take ripples back to me
I read something a few days ago, that seemed to leap into my soul. I’ve heard of similar things, but never explained in this way. It Took Hold, reverberating through my mind like waves pushing against the sand. A new understanding filled with wonder and joy. It was this: the Holy Spirit creates miracles.
The Holiest of all spirits, the Holy Spirit, also known as the Holy Ghost, or the Ruach ha Kodesh, or what I have come to believe is simply GOD’s own Soul… can stop time, or remove it’s effects all together, while performing a miracle. It fills in where there is something missing or needed. And once it has consumed the situation, it leaves a part of itself behind, allowing for nothing else to enter. It can purify, strengthen, absolve and redeem. It is God’s own Soul, touching us for a split second, altering us, in ways beyond our apelike knowledge.
It’s as if we’re empty, and the Holy Spirit fills us. Or maybe we were just a quart low on one character. Maybe we need honor, or strength of will, or even just a boost in virtue, and with a single breath from the Ruach ha Kodesh we are perfected.
It’s like God is here, enveloping us in His Perfect Love. Which in turn makes everything return to perfection. His perfection. His Love. His Way. This is the miracle. For a tiny spec of time, all is in complete perfection. How much remains afterwards is up to the Holy Spirit, I would guess.
But for years I only thought of Yeshuah as being The Miracle Maker; due to the miracles He preformed while alive and dead. Yet something kept nagging at me though, why would we need the Holy Spirit? Some people believe it’s only for God to speak to us through, that tiny voice of goodness we all hear when we are about to sin! Do you listen to that voice? Sometimes? Or do you see phrases from the scripture’s popping into your mind; things you’ve memorized flashing by like on a moving billboard.
Scriptures that were written about YHVH, (God) and Yeshuah (Jesus the Christ) and The Ruach ha Kodesh (The Holy Spirit.)
It rarely matters how the little nudge is achieved; only the end result.
It made sense to me though, to evolve just a hair, to allow the thought to enter my conscious and unconscious mind; absorbing it like love. Taking it in, and letting it take hold. How incredibly wonderful… that the Ruach ha Kodesh is God’s own miracle maker. I’ve known for years that Yeshuah, or Jesus, put the Holy Spirit into the disciples to make them conduit’s for God’s miracles, but it had never occurred to me that the Ruach was also there for that purpose. Giving the ancients super powers to change the course of history. I used to picture bolts of lightning or God’s giant finger pushing through the clouds to achieve His purposes, but just by letting His Holiest-of-all-Holy Spirit enter in, the miracle is done.
Emmanuel; God With Us
Thank You Father!
I couldn’t get this video to upload properly, but enjoy if you care to click on the link. Sorry about the swaying of my kayak, but there’s no way around it. 🙂
He said it would be glorious
just flying around all day
but all you ever do is fish.
I like to fish.
Yes, and that’s fun for you
but I would like to paint
or knit or read a book.
But you told Him
your greatest desire
was to fly, and here you are.
But sushi, every day,
for fifteen years?
It appears He has a sense of humor.
I arrive to find my campsite here… and smile deeply. Inhale slowly, and enjoy the greatest peace known to woman. I hear myself humming “How Great is Our God, sing with me, How Great…is our God,” while I’m unloading my truck.
Then the others arrive and the peace is gone… until tomorrow morning when I can get up first and truly deeply enjoy it again.
I would tell you the chaos that ensued, but the immaturity and selfishness of a child, grown yet still childish in their personality, could not dampen my joy at being on vacation in a glorious little spot next to a lake. I had to walk away several times, to keep my mouth shut, for God, and for my friends sake, for her humiliation was unacceptable, but I refused to let it bother me. Instead I headed off to kayak around the little island in the background of this picture.
It was covered in amazing nests high in the trees. As I drew closer, I could easily see the Osprey’s who ruled this island. It was beautiful.
Only one tiny cabin on the entire island, the rest filled with birds. I probably kayaked around it 5 times total, taking pics and videos, so more to come there.
our sweet grass covered campsites…. gotta love the grass man…. makes a decent nights sleep!
even when the sprinklers are on….. LOL……
My sweet friend picked the place and the camp sites this year, and I must say… WELL DONE!!! Just AWESOME!!!!!
On to day two….just as soon as I figure out how to post the video’s… 🙂
why do my tears fall freely
tightness grips my throat
an ache rises from my chest
taking over my vocal chords
drowning my mouth in ache
when I listen to an unusual case of people being extremely kind
someone blessing another without knowing they were
or maybe they did know
the sweeping feeling
of deep deep joy
I find most times it’s the same way I feel
every time I think about every single blessing
in my life
listed out one by one
adding up to
God’s Amazing Grace
I felt Your presence today
it was beyond glorious
my excitement rose
to the same height
as I did
but peace flooded in
as I sailed across the sky
and I knew You
were the wind
beneath my wing
I can’t thank You enough
there are no words
but the smile
from ear to ear
made it perfectly clear
Thank You God
for this amazing gift!
into each heart
tears will fall
creating a meadow
maybe a lake
cleansing a soul
wavering the unsure
drowning the dubious
who follow a shady path
down into a dry hollow
but after the storm
bringing new life
changing a desert
of shallow desires
into a field of budding hope
with the promise
of a beautiful new view
Can you imagine how the world would be changed… if we all thought “we are one”? If we all treated each other as if we were one single person?
There would be no hunger, no super rich, no homeless or poor… because we would simply treat each other as if we were them. We would instead think, THIS is enough. When is it enough? When do you have enough, you don’t feel you need more?
We would never have a reason to go to war, because who in their right mind starts a war with themselves? No one ever WANTS to kill themselves.
We would never destroy the earth in any way, we would FIND ways to travel from place to place, or to build things, without stripping and polluting our natural resources or killing animals for sport to make ourselves prettier or more virile. We wouldn’t need THINGS to fill our homes with that were useless and unneeded, because we wouldn’t need to impress ourselves.
There would be no such thing as a slave, which there is still, in this day and age. We feel so enlightened, and intelligent… yet in 2015 there are still SLAVES in our world.
There are still people who think it is ok to kill and murder over their beliefs, yet if we thought of each other as one, there would NEVER be a reason to kill yourself because you believe what you believe. There would be no suicide. No desperation, no loss and loneliness, for we would all be ONE.
I CAN IMAGINE IT! Can you?
I can imagine it right now, but only in what I imagine Heaven is like. That MUST be what Heaven is. We all become ONE!
I think I’ve said these things before, but I just felt the need to say them again. Maybe get the ball rolling. Maybe make just one of you stop and consider this… and begin to LIVE your life in this way. LIVE your life, don’t just make a living. Make a difference. BE THE SOURCE. BE ONE!
Maybe…. one day… 🙂
You can probably tell from my postings, I’m a little down today. And even though I have begged God to take care of my son, and Yeshuah has His greatest Archangel Michael protecting his life…
I am asking that you all, all 900 of you, say a prayer for my son Douglas. He truly needs every single prayer you can offer up. It’s been ten years now… ten years of watching my son slowly kill himself. There is no other way out of the darkness, other than with the Lord’s help!
I’ve been poised on the edge of hell for so long now, I can’t see a way out of the darkness anymore. It will take GOD to bring him back to me. Only God!
As some of you already know, I’m at the point of waiting for that horrifying phone call. We’ve tried repeatedly to get him help, but the evilness that has him in an iron grip, just won’t let go.
I thank you in advance, all of you who will pray.
And in return I pray none of you ever have to lose a child like this… cruelly, slowly, oh so painfully.
With tears streaming down my face, I beg of you… please PRAY!
Right now, with all your heart, please, please pray!
Thank you, with all my heart!
the love of a child is the greatest love of all
second only to the love I feel for The Lord
it has the ability to break my aching heart
into pieces of pain sliced up with a sword
yet life moves on in the severed silence
bringing me closer and closer towards hell
as moment by moment he slips further away
I’m watching his soul become a lifeless shell
forgive me Lord for despising the enemy
who gives him heroine and meth every day
for I know I may lose my very own soul
as I hate and I hate the evil blind way
they steal his life and chance at hope
as my heart screams out it’s so unfair
a century now he’s been lost and alone
years lost in darkness and blatant despair
yet I know You are watching him far below
holding out Your hand in a gesture of amore
but he’s still drowning in this evil and sorrow
please drape him in Angels to fight this war
like a Dove
He descended from above
filled with grace and words of love
building hope below
a twig of peace to sow
His life and death to foreshadow
a prophecy of revelation
taught to a sinful prideful nation
fostered in grief
torn apart with no hope of relief
to be betrayed
by His words waylaid
and twisted into a sinful crusade
to be hung
from the highest rung
of Jacob’s ladder by an evil tongue
yet His atonement
fulfilled a commandment
to save us all from eternal torment
was like a Dove
filled completely with love
He’s still longing for you to join Him above
not in a tree
or in the blue sky you see
but squarely and forever upon His knee
absolute stunning perfection
a presence only Almighty God could imagine
our brains too tiny to weave the edge of a petal
or ring a bell just as the sun rises
but this Tulip He Created
is pure innocence brushed with righteousness
pushed to the front of His stage
by the fresh spring of green
the brilliant Glory He Is
Painting by Hand of God
(I only took a picture of it)
the day it started
with palms and fronds
piled at His feet
reaching up so far
as to blind the people
gloating in alleys
planning to hurt
blades rising up
stalking His Grace
craving His Glory
green with a sickness
soon to be passed over
in a perfect crimson
reeds bloodied by burden
shimmering beyond on high
the Light of a Savior
given the shaft
as shadows play across a quiet scene
a raging river rushes by unseen
rippling down the rocks of a crowded bed
I wonder why satan has immersed and led
us down this path strewn with his lies
diluting and surging he forever tries
to blind us from truth and Heavenly hope
like water racing down a cascading slope
slippery and slimy and covered in moss
our journey turns into sadness and loss
the greatest deceit found under fame
of Yeshuah’s dishonor just in His name
for when the river began to carve the sod
His name meant simply The Salvation of God
still the stream churned and danced across
miles of boulders until it came to a cross
where it washed even Him with pure salvation
drowning all evil and saving a lost nation
to this day we dishonor His amazing grace
submerging our world in entrenched disgrace
channeling his name into a soiled form
and speaking it daily making it the norm
like my tears washing over cheek and bone
I can almost hear Yeshuah’s swelling moan
pulling the clouds down to make mountains
a swirl here, a puff there
the dark ridge to the left mimicking an earlier creation
of a mountain ridge covered in snowpack
but they’re just clouds
clouds making my heart flutter
hanging low just above the rise of earth
as darkness and light decide who’s in charge
their gentle battle rarely causing harm
yet creating a pastel of unbelief
shimmering, hanging in the balance
by the greatest hand to ever wave across the sky
to show us
what Heaven must truly be like
Ah… but the Glory of a Sunrise saying “Let there be light!”
I often wonder does God give us sunrises just because He loves us?
I can’t imagine any other reason for them being so utterly beautiful.
So blindingly incredible!
Does He just want to remind us that He is here, or He is just waking up?
Does He want us to see the Glory and stop for a moment and say “good morning”?
Or is He just showing off His amazing talent? Talent I’ve never found anywhere else.
Talent by us, who have never ever even come close.
The beauty takes my breath away as I stand there in awe… and finally after I
frantically get my camera out, take multiple shots, hoping to catch the best shot…
I inhale the Glory slowly… and say…
“Good Morning God, and a beautiful day to you, too!”
I went in search of something, I wasn’t really sure what. I ended up at the top of mountain, sat down, leaned against a rock and thought; This is what God see’s, from His point of view. Every thing so tiny, colorful, yet we only see about 1% of the color spectrum, so I thought He must see even more glory. I inhaled slowly, inhaling the brisk, even the molds and damp grasses tickled my nose, the heather just starting to purple. I hear birds calling to me, and wonder what they say; go away, go away. My mind continues on, I let it ramble, ignoring all the junk in my life, down there. I’m above it, I think. Rise above it, I think, and look upwards naturally following my own thoughts.
I finally notice the glow nearby, off to my left, the clouds are almost burning. It startles me out of my mundane thoughts, and I begin to watch it closely. The white is blinding, yet yellows glow even brighter, just as a voice says to me, “I Am here.”
I nearly crack my head open, jerking back into the rock, the pain waking me to instant reality. In a tiny voice, I choke out, “Hello…Father.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
My heart has stopped beating, I’m gasping for air; I think I’m going to have a heart attack. Then my Father says, “Calm, child. Calm.”
I force myself to slow my breathing, feel my heart slowing down a tiny bit, then spit out foolishly, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” For some reason, I think if I’m going die, I better be ready. And this is the only line that pops into my head. I could swear I hear laughter. Deep, chuckling laughter, like my own biological Father would have sounded. It eases me a bit, pretending the voice is my own Father’s, putting my mind to rest that I may not be dying after all. Hearing what I think is my biological father’s voice actually reassure’s me, even though he passed many years ago, and a part of me knows it’s not him. It doesn’t occur to me that he’s here to usher me on… instead it calms my nerves, perfectly.
My mind starts racing, I’m talking with God, what do I say, what do I want to ask Him? The one question I’ve always wanted to know, I ask, “How did you do all this?” I look at the valley below me, the mountain peaks still covered in snow, the rivers coming together like huge snakes meeting at the bend around a hill.
“I Am.” was all He said. Well, duh, I thought. I heard the laughter again, and smiled, knowing He had read my thoughts.
“Because… we’re idiots. We’re destroying it ALL.”
“I create moment by moment, second by second, eternity by eternity.”
“But why us?”
“Why not? Why the bee’s? Why the cougar? I have a grand imagination, just as you.”
I was getting frustrated. I don’t know what kind of answers I wanted or expected, but these were just not detailed enough. Staring into the bright yellow light for too long, I looked away to blink, the dot blocking my vision. When I looked back the clouds were swirling. The yellow was growing, churning, and getting larger. I looked West into the sun, realizing I needed to head down soon, or I’d be hiking in the dark. But how could I possibly leave as long as God was right here, talking to me like my next door neighbor? I know instantly, He will make sure I get home safely, so I relax a bit again, back against the rock, and think.
I’d been reading this crazy conspiracy story yesterday about what actually happened after 9-11, and the scripture it kept referencing was Isaiah 9:7, so I asked Him, “Lord?”
“Yes, my child.”
“Is it true, what I read in that book yesterday, about the scripture of Isaiah?”
“The word is always true, when I give it.”
“Is the word in the Bible true? All of it?”
“True as they saw fit to write about it.”
“But was it Your Word?”
“It was inspired by My Word.”
“Well, what should we do: should we be Jewish, or Christian, or Catholic or Muslim or…..or what?”
“You should Be Love.”
“Do we have to believe in Jesus, to go to Heaven?” I know these were childish sounding questions, to even me, but I had to get as many questions in as possible, as I didn’t know how long I had to talk to God like this. My mind was racing, chasing every single thought I had ever had about God and Jesus around in circles in my brain. I placed my hand over my heart to calm it, hearing the word “Calm” again, this time inside my head.
“Do you believe in Me?”
“Well, yes, of course.”
“Do you understand what it means to be Holy?”
“Umm, pure, honest, good, loving, kind…” I answered in a half-hearted attempt. Because really, what does Holy mean? In my eyes growing up in a Christian based dousing of beliefs, no one had ever explained to me what Holy really was. The purest of pure … what?
“Holy means I AM. To be I AM you must Be Love. I AM HOLY LOVE.”
“You are pure love? That’s what I AM means? I thought it was ‘the all knowing being’ or something.” I smile along with His laughter again.
“You have more wisdom than you share.” Ouch, I got that. Ok, straighten up, ask proper questions, don’t anger Him whatever you do.
“So many other religions don’t believe in Jesus, are they wrong?” I asked.
“I have sent many Profits, Teachers, even Yeshuah to help you. Even He couldn’t make you see the Light.”
“Have you given up on us?” I started to pray in my head that He wouldn’t say no, then realized I was about to pray to Him, who was right here, and added, “Please don’t give up on us.”
“Oh thank G… God. Thank You.” This is weird. Really tripping me out. I so want to pull out a cigarette, but think I will be struck by lightning if I do, so I wring my hands instead, cross my legs and sit up, preparing myself for what I really want to know.
“May I ask another question?”
“What am I supposed to be doing?”
“You already know, My child.”
“Exactly what your heart is telling you to do.”
“But what it’s telling me to do, is spread your Word, and I’m trying to do that. Don’t you want me to do anything else? Start a church; hold rallies; be a conduit for You to heal people; scream it from the mountain tops, what?”
“I want you to follow your heart, and Be Love.”
“But that’s so easy. I do that all the time.”
I had to stop for a moment, and admit to myself, no, not always. Not even most of the time. But I had been trying. For several years now, I had been trying to find the truth about God and Yeshuah. Both… oh, now I know what I have to ask.
“Are you the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost? All three, yet One?” This answer alone could shock the world, if I were to repeat it. So I waited with out breathing for His answer.
“I AM HOLY! I AM LOVE! Do you understand?”
“Yes, sort of.”
“No matter the name you put to it, the teacher who teaches it, the follower who follows it, or the script you try to write about it, Love is truly all that matters.”
“So don’t waste my time on worshiping Yeshuah, just focus on You?”
“Yeshuah taught you to Love I Am First, did He not?”
“Yes, He did.”
“Is Yeshuah My Son?”
“Yes,” I answered. I truly believed He was. I could answer that honestly, because Yeshuah was the ONLY man in all of human history who had walked the Earth in pure love. Others had tried. Others had said they were, but they weren’t. For some reason, I have no idea what, but in my heart I truly believed this. He was special. Different from profits that have come and gone.
“Is the Holy Spirit my Word?”
“Yes.” I answered, half guessing this time, because I still believed they were three separate things.
“It is My Breath, My child. Yeshuah is My blood. So yes, We are I Am.” He stopped for a moment, and I stood up to draw a bit closer to the edge of the mountain, drawn to the light mesmerizing me, and sat at His feet, or what I thought were His feet.
“Was He the Truth, the Light, the Way?”
“Everything He taught was truth and light. His way is My Way.”
I felt very close to God at this point, sitting there looking up at Him. Or at His clouds, with fire in them. It didn’t matter what He looked like, I knew in my heart with out one single doubt that I was talking to God. So I asked him, like I might my own Father, “Are you disappointed in us?”
At this point I wasn’t sure if He meant He was, or if He was saying again that He was Love. So I said, “Is it near the end?”
“Every second is an ending and a beginning. BE LOVE! HOLD LOVE! BEHOLD, LOVE! Every second of your life. Then your end will not matter or concern you. There is no tomorrow. There is no yesterday. They are only in your imagination. There isn’t even ten minutes from now. There is only NOW. Every second of your life, Behold, Love.”
I paused here to think a minute, because I couldn’t get that nagging book out of my mind, so I asked Him again, “So like in that Isaiah scripture, that matches up so nicely to current events, and the Judgment you brought against them, will that happen here in the US? Have we removed You from our nation? Denied You repeatedly? Are we facing Your Judgment right now, just like they did?”
“You are one second away from all Eternity, every second of the day. Your Judgment will come when you stand before Me.”
“But have we angered You? Have we pushed You away so far, we face Your Judgment now, like in the scripture, ‘You remove the wedge of safety, You let the terrorists in, through the wall.’ Our leaders have stood and quoted that scripture, like morons, NEVER KNOWING the whole story behind it, and how each time they said WE WILL REBUILD they were only defying YOU! Repeatedly copying that scripture to the letter; they replaced the debris with a new cornerstone, the Sycamore/Fig tree was ripped up from the roots, and then they actually planted a Conifer tree in that same spot, just like a cedar, defying You again! Not once knowing they were fulfilling that ancient scripture. I just can’t believe we’re safe from Your Judgment after they vowed repeatedly to defy YOU, knowing our leaving You is our real problem, and so we did what just they did. Rebuilt higher walls, keep doing the evil shit we’re doing, and blaming it on terrorism.”
“I Am. If there is but one of you left, after the chaos you have wrought that Loves, My Mercy will cover you.”
“So individually, if we don’t believe as some do in the US, in greed, and hate, and murder, we’ll be fine.”
“If you Love, in ALL that you do, you will become love. As you become love, you become Holy. As you become Holy, you become I Am.”
“What if we don’t?”
“When you stand before Me, you will have all eternity to think about it.”
I laughed at that, and heard Him chuckle again. God had a sense of humor. He was not only pure love, but He laughed. That alone made me feel so safe and secure. Why, I don’t really know, except that I had an odd sense of humor myself, so maybe I was just relating to it. Or God actually was like my Father. So caring, so forgiving, so very loving.
I AM His child. I may be half way through my human life, but in His eyes, just like my biological Father’s, I will always be His child.
“Thank you SO much God, for all that You do for me … daily, minute by minute, I can’t even begin to thank You enough.”
“I know. I Am. Now go write a new script about Love. Be love. And know I will always Love you!”
“Yes, Father. Will You give me the Words?”
“I always do.”
I laughed again, tears eking out the corners of my eyes. I felt so good inside, I wanted to stay for ever just chatting with God, but He said, “You must go, or I will have to carry you… again.”
I laughed again, just couldn’t quit grinning up at God, just sat there basking in this wonderful overflowing Love for a minute or two. Finally I signed and asked, “You’ve been carrying me for years, and years. I hope You have one of those back braces, or something?”
“I’ve held worlds in My Hands; you, My child, are like a butterfly’s kiss. A precious butterfly I cherish.”
I stood up brushing off my pants, and smiled hugely up at the clouds, and said as I slowly backed away, just like I always do to my own sons as they head out the door, “Love you SO much.”
God answered, “Love you more.”
~~~~Scripture referenced is Isaiah 9:7 to 9:11 Quoted from Qumran Isaiah Scroll:
(7) The Lord sent a word upon Jacob and it fell in Israel. (8) And the people know, all of them, Ephraim and the inhabitants of Samaria in the pride and largeness of heart saying: (9) The bricks are fallen but with hewn stones we will build. The fig trees are cut down but we will change them to cedars. (10) And YHVH will set on high the enemies of Rezin against him and his foes. He will gather together (11) Syrians from the east and the Philistines behind and they shall eat up Israel with open mouth. For all this His anger is not recalled but His hand is still outstretched.
Many of us are into a religion, rather than a relationship with God. But Yeshuah, Jesus Christ, did not teach religion. Nothing He taught changed His disciples from being Jewish. They all continued to celebrate Pentecost and to pray at Jewish Temples long after Yeshuah’s death. Paul attended synagogue and kept the laws throughout his life, and the apostles convened a council in Jerusalem. Yeshuah WAS the Lion of the tribe of Judah. He WAS the root of David.
Why do people choose to forget Jesus, Yeshuah, was a Jew? Or worse, to mock them, insisting God has forgotten them, or forsaken them?
Yeshuah was raised Jewish, taught His Father’s laws, and most importantly…
He WAS the Lamb slaughtered, for us all.
EVEN in the book of Revelation… when John weeps because no one is worthy to open the scroll, the elder speaks and says “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed.”
When God spoke to Abraham, he said, “I will establish my covenant as an EVERLASTING covenant between me and you and your descendants after you.”
Do you really think God goes back on HIS WORD? Do you really think that because a few Rabbi’s made the wrong choice, one they were supposed to make, that God would condemn Israel? NO! He said to Abraham, “…I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse, and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.”
We, the Gentiles were meant to be grafted into Israel. PLEASE don’t let any church, any religion, blind you from the WORD spoken from Jesus’ own mouth.
You can not believe only HALF of what He said, and ignore the rest. I am NOT saying you need to become Jewish, for God Loves Gentiles too, what I am saying is that the Jewish were to be a light for us, to lead us to Israel. If you truly believe that Jesus was the Lion who shed his blood as the Lamb to save us and give us a chance at an eternity with God, you must believe ALL that He said.
He said He would return, when the fullness of the Gentiles shines on Israel. Yeshuah did NOT mean fullness as in numbers, he meant “complete”. He meant, when we, the gentiles, were completely brought into the fold of Israel.
It ISN’T the other way around, we are not to bring the Jewish people out of Israel, we are to JOIN the Jewish people in Israel…becoming Israel… and when this is done, Yeshuah, our Christ Jesus, will come again.
He meant: the full representation of every tribe, language, people and nation ordained by God to be saved in His Final Plan of Salvation.
In Psalms it says, “The Law of the Lord is Perfect.” And Jesus, Yeshuah said, “This is my command…that you love one another.”
It is so simple, and yet we seem to have missed it. Even if the Jews do not believe that Yeshauh was their own Messiah… it does not matter one bit. Because through Jesus Christ, Yeshuah, Son of God, we are all given a chance at Salvation! He did not come to replace the laws of God; He came to enhance them and let us know, we are all under Grace.
Therefore, my final words to you all today, is something that God said long ago that I will (badly) paraphrase, ‘When you pray today, ask God to forgive the sins of your fathers also. You may not be able to repent for your ancestors and all they did, but you can pray for them to be forgiven, so that you and your family will not continue to be cursed from this day forward.”
Have a lovely Blessed day my friends! And hope to see you all someday soon in ISRAEL!!!
🙂 Love, Deb
The Glory of a sunset
isn’t just about the earth
curling away from it’s warmth
coming to learn to appreciate it more…
its the streams of sunbeams
making it shimmer like diamonds
its ripples scattering to the winds
across an impetuous cobalt river,
or dancing on the needles of a silent forest
twitching with the tail of a sunbathing squirrel…
its the peaceful mood you sink into
without even a whispered sigh,
you sway with the rivers speed
pulled along to another place entirely,
inhale a gentle hint of pine laced sunshine
realizing you made it through another day
and exhale a happy “thank you, God.”
This is The Glory of a Sunset