Enduring. Filtering laughter from the components of misery. Climbing, digging, blasting, forcing, through sheer will and mastery the space beyond the obstacle. Letting God. Going with Him. Standing against winds or mass far greater than you own, withstanding the irresistible force in becoming the immovable object. Life. Well Lived. Loved and never given or sold for a bowl of soup, Sovereign Gifts meant for you alone.

What hold’s you back? What assails your thoughts in the darkness? Who is the harbinger of darkness associated with your dissatisfaction of purpose? What powers reside and what powers are boundless? Do you escape a prison designed to capture you for the length of this life? Physical freedom is not free, freedom to love beyond the constraint of man is free for the asking from God, Gifts produced which must be requested.

Are you frustrated and sleepless in not knowing? Does the dawn arrive with yesterday’s troubles? What have you left at Throne’s Foot? What do you refuse to give away or surrender to the Master’s Hand? How will you transform if it is a supernatural change you seek? What must be eventually yanked from the hand of a Child after repeated attempts to ask it be surrendered?

What is Love to you? A Nuisance an abject principle you’ve yet to comprehend or the sweet flowing salve of healing and purpose giving you hope when none be found? Do you owe God purpose or may you ride your own wave, follow your own path and leave a legacy entirely designed that others might glorify your passing? What then is the eternity sought? To be with God, understood, known, empowered, put to task, freed from the mooring of mortality.

This is the day of my tender understanding. Relieved by that which was never meant as my own burden, challenged by the work yet to be done for Kingdom’s Come. I don’t grasp but leave open hands that answers are given in due timing not my own. Outcomes are left to greater Mind than mine and circumstance disregarded as the enemy’s playground and deceptive tool. This is the school of my sanctification. This is the hill upon which I set fully aware of an eventuality based on Promise and not reality’s welcome.

Logic is confounded by Love and the one thing outside Time. God be with you always in abundance and familiarity. Christ even now awaits to the moment of His Return. For Love, For Righteous Reign, For Judgment, For Promise. In His Name I walk. Jesus, My God and My King.