I am the Vine; you are the branches. Apart from Me, you can do nothing. John 15:5
Rest a while, come inside.
Mourning poison on the vine.
Sipping coffee reading news,
Propaganda, nothing new.
Story of the USA,
We used to have freedom say.
Compassion rare state of mind,
You are human, are you kind?
Anguish cause of all untruth,
Approving evil say of you?
In the dawning early light,
Right is wrong and wrong is right.
1 Corinthians 1:26-29 For you see your calling, brethren, that not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called. But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the mighty things; and the base things of the world and the things which are despised God has chosen, and the things which are not, to bring to nothing the things that are, that no flesh should glory in His presence.
From the Bible
She reached for the stars she couldn’t find. Greg’s absence left her far behind. A breaking point had come and gone. Many sleepless nights. Toss over, restless one. Christmas songs aren’t meek or mild. Stuck within her childhood ‘Home’ Autism’s scar alone. She’s so proud of her younger brother, Now on His hand an infinity band. She admires her sister, who finished her degree. Raised two children despite her grief. How strong were her parents, to endure autism’s shame? Burns mar and scar masking her pain. Few see her translucent wheelchair, she appears OK why should they care? Yet at her core, an infinity stone. Forged from pressure, formed alone.
Thank you so much, Lord. Help me keep a spirit and outlook of praise while my dad plays the news 24/7. Father God, I choose to bless my dad and encourage his heart. Help me God, I’m trying to maintain a heart of thankfulness and praise amid the pain.
I hear Your heart Hannah, I will help you. I love you so much. Shine My Peace that passes earthly understanding. Your soul needs Me, come into My Rest, Into my Peace. Take upon yourself my yoke which is light, and not burdensome.
How will they know My Children?
God quietly whispers this question to the Hearts of those who will listen and obey.
My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be: I walked among the crowds of worshipers, leading a great procession to the House of Jesus, singing and giving thanks amid the sound of a great celebration! Psalms 42:4
My bodies autonomy isn’t your commodity.
Get your hands off my kids, data gained mind biz.
‘Yuck-in’ shoehorned your way in,
My ‘Vote’ didn’t count, your ‘promises’ you flout.
Disregarding the discord your ‘Marshall Plan’ will cause.
VCHEW’ing out the righteous, all to Carlyle’s gaping maw.
Fool’s gold you’ve sold for souls,
Gutters blood of innocence untold.
Fuhrer’s emblem around your neck,
or is that fury’s ‘placebo effect?’
‘Devils that are’ don’t speak for me!
You and your kind, the ‘powers that be.’
Lioness of Judea within me ROARS,
Tiptoe tulips, your own traps fall sore.
Like it or not, My Redeemer LIVES
Unto Him Alone, my praise I give!
Every knee WILL bow and tongue confess,
From Atheist to Muslim with all the rest.
Governors and Rulers will crawl to God’s Throne.
Each tribute offered unto Him Alone.
Muzzled tight upon my face, replaced with known “common grace.”
Tossing aside your empty beer, not as “compassionate” as you appear.
Used excuses “got through to you.”
Thanks anyway, I’ll be in a zombie zoom room.
See something, say something? “Facts checked” or is it fat checks?
Do you even know the difference between, “civil city riots”, “mostly peaceful”?
King’s echoed “content of character”, shat upon.
Self-masturbatory, “masters degree”, in the art of flies;
Flung in faces of rotting dry eyes.
Setting sun over a broken mirror.
Distributing disabled water, Molotov lit hate;
A reflection of abomination fate.
I dreamt last night of Gregory.
I was searching for him for I had questions.
But I couldn’t find him.
I called to him but he didn’t answer because he was gone.
I called to him but he was silent and I missed him.
I missed the strength of his presence,
the reliability of his knowledge,
the solidity of his person,
the steadiness of his gaze,
and the sound of his voice.
I called again, and slowly, in his own time, in his own way, far away, invisible, he answered.
Yes, Greg said. What is it?
His voice answered.
Where have you gone? I asked. I need you.
Are you sure? He answered.
Yes, I said. I have questions for you.
Greg you, the hope and the despair,
the right and the wrong,
the light and the dark,
the question and the answer.
What do I do?
You carry on, Greg said.
How?
You keep asking the questions.
But, what is the answer? I asked.
I’ve shown you the answer:
The hope, the despair, the right, the wrong, the light, and the dark.
All of it. The answer is My Love.
In Memory of: Greggory
There is a keeping of faith brothers who dwell together, one runs his course and passes off his baton off to the next runner. I was at a memorial service today and it was such a lovely thing to see a faithful life live and now to be known as he is known.
The biggest lie is that servant-hood is slavery. No, in service comes great joy which reaches deeper than feelings. Joy is shut up in the bones of those whom God has kissed.
Our life kiss back to Him is to tell upon the mountains the wonderful things He has done for us and the things freedom cannot help but express.
Even when nothing is said, light shines through and bears witness of God’s Love.
The plural many-sided God trumps the dull singleness of sin.
A life freed from the grave is worth more than gold. As a brand plucked from the fire is one on fire for the Lord.
All will come to see one soul passionately ablaze for God.
This Love is beyond written description and deepens with Him as a time to maturity for resurrected bodies merge with our souls in the age to come.
The reason beauty is worshiped is that human hearts long for that eternal beauty that crown of life awarded to those who run their race well.
The single lopsidedness and ‘depth’ of sin leads to death, hell and the grave.
Whom a person serves before they die, they shall serve eternally.
I personally know the struggle of the flesh and what it wants daily as Paul said ‘I’ die what I want I overcome by the Blood of the Lamb and the word of my testimony and don’t love my life to death.
What I want is daily nailed to that execution stake, I don’t turn my hand back and away from the plow that the Lord has for me but I press up and onward to the higher calling.
I challenge fellow servants, repent, repent; turn from your evil ways and turn to the God who just longs to love on you.
I guarantee you will be persecuted by forces that seek your elimination. But, greater is He in me than the enemy of this world system.
One repents as a lifestyle, as a life choice.
I refuse the allow labels placed on me to shape me. God defines me, He leads me. He rescues me. I breathe in His name and breath out praises to Him.
Sometimes only I can say ‘help God’ and I am enough and accepted by Him, I accept me. What others think doesn’t rock my world, only Yeshua has my heart rock solid on fire for Him.
I see a nation bleeding on one knee, she’s not yet come to know that repenting and turning back to the God of Israel will heal her.
This God of all comfort longs to bind up the wounds of those broken. He is near to the shattered heart and the crushed in spirit.
Yet with scabbed legs, America rises thinking calls to prayer will bandage enough. Not so. She needs to stop eating her own children on the altar of convenience. She needs to return to the Biblical mandate of marriage, Male and Female created He they let no one tear asunder.
Is it any wonder her makeup runs in waters to overflow?
She’s burned on her west side, torn asunder in Mexico and wind tossed from storms that have ravaged her people.
Wake up America! Repent and turn from your sins and turn back to your Maker. Then He will heal your land.
The mist ascends the flame of God tests and tries me. The heart is pried open again a physical ache wounds bittersweet.
I’ve been pressed and overcome by You God.
You are so jealous your very Name is something that evokes my inner being. You see the being in me. You are the One who Loves me who ‘gets’ me, who is always there for me.
God my expression can’t be contained. I asked for Your fire to char my bones, Your very flame opens my eyes. As a hatchling opens eyes, the womb of the morning pierces with Your kind gaze.
Saw open the heavens and come down Holy Spirit. Shred my pride, God, break my will, God.
God join You to me, I join myself to you. I am joined at Your hips.
I take your Name.
You break the bow, bend the spear and tell wars to stop the proud drop at your very voice. Your glory will overcome all creatures.
God of Jacob with Your heavy weighty Love so crush me, so melt my heart. So spar with me and win.
-My Jewish Love, God of Israel-
You move my heart, I see the nations rage and yet You the Lord Who sits above the helix of the earth, You God Who made all creation, You God Who echoes peace be still, be not afraid.
Your Voice echoes in the chambers of my soul. I consider the works of your hands, I consider Your awe inspiring effervescent blinding light.
Be still oh my soul, quiet my heart like a weaned child from his mother. Be still, hedge me into your thorny garden. Your locked resting place.
Though the ground gives way, though mountains recycle into the seas Your Foam ascends and upon my heart have you set Your Seal,
Have You so burned my mouth with the coals of purity?
I Will Follow the Lamb 