“Almost”, he said. Leaping up to answer the sound of a doorbell echoing against the beat of his heart. Slipping on the freshly waxed wood, nearly completing the splits, he was amazed at his recovery. All the while someone waited.

In background, humans mumbling, discussing the innocuous bullet points of burden, worry and those which “must” be done. At penalty of self penury he scrambled to place his bets on uncertain outcomes. No one paid him any mind.

The risk too great of embarrassment they humbled themselves denying the pleasure they so often found in brief meeting. Walking away, the mystic power of disrepair while they themselves were beguiled.

No muscles were flexed even mentally. All awaited the opportunity to be led indefinitely. What reason delighted the elders never bothered their incessant youth. They were left to their own disregard of wisdom and trappings of maturity and mercy.

To the dungeons they lay waiting, planting snare for the unsuspecting. To capture, conquer and claim dominion over the minds and hearts of lesser men. Men deceived into believing themselves righteous and of solid character in moral regard.

What freedom is felt in the man mired in partner’s calamity or debt? What hope of Godly achievement when dealing with the toils and cauldrons of witchcraft and divination? When did they find their way to the treasury and what sought they in robbery?

Clumsily he pushed back against the table, his chair making screeching sounds, all cringed. He never meant to go that far and now dizzily sought the nearest exit. Shame and pain were superior to the vex of mind, heart and spirit.

His lungs ceased function. He fell headlong into behavior and avatar of someone else’s concoction. There would be no mercy when the master returned in expectation of command complete. Tapestry woven he could do naught but stare at its completion.

Showing up. The single most important task for everyone walking in the Lord’s will. As close as I get to the Lord the greatest realization is that He has already got something to do through me at every place I’m directed. The miracle, and it never fails to leave me awestruck, is each time I seek to serve and show up somewhere an incredible series of events, people and answered prayer ensues. My growing up is showing up every time.

There is no limit to what the Lord orchestrated before the beginning of time through each of us. Repeatedly, I am confronted with transformed lives, changed hearts and wounds healed. This is not about me doing anything other than trusting and obeying His master craftsmanship upon my heart, mind, soul and spirit. Increasingly I am showing up at places expecting that something monumental is going to occur because it so often does.

I don’t look upon evidence as the fuel for my expansive faith. I look upon the evidence as confirmation of what I have already believed coming true as it should. Just because I imagine a God does not mean my visions are real. The perfection I am forced to recognized requires none of my recognition, cognition or imagination to be greater than all of them combined. God is and because I believe and have surrendered my life to His Good Will He allows me to absorb and realize the benefits of a steady stream of Divine Opportunities through which He demonstrates His Love, Power and Promise.

Briefly pray for all who worry, struggle and sign up to the heavens for relief. Is it courageous to share your heart? Knowing fully that public viewing most often brings recrimination, derision and pain. Well, that having been said isn’t that what courage is? Standing up for something, anything, even righteousness such that the masses disagree. Isn’t that the very instance in declaring the relationship with Christ? For who among us may announce this union without first having considered the coming loss of worldly connection. Yes, though we want no credit for this action it is in fact the definition of being brave.

These are not the days to be found in weakness. The maw of this world swallows whole those who cannot stand against the winds of change the ravages of time. What pity and compassion have we for them who stand alone, believing in their hearts that they are sufficient, knowing the opposite in truth? These are not the days of ill found hope or absence thereof. What exists in the heart of man or child without belief and trust in deliverance from the war against God? It seems odd to understand the mind of man who would stand on promontory of hill built on shifting Earth. Believing himself personally protected from the Earthquakes, Wars and fires we all know have come upon us.

In the revelation of fear in self choice is found. For we either fear all that stands before us in threat, capitulation or union. Or we seek the promised understanding of the Hands of Sovereignty upon us, knowing that we are safe within our fear of God. What comes upon a man that he ventures to reveal his interior landscape? What causes us to arrive in life at point where nothing here is ever going to reach to expectation of acceptable or safe? How then are trials viewed in the evidence of surrender? In these moments of my weakness freedom is found. As the illusions are dispelled in the light of my quest to find the throne.

What then is my job when love is to be offered to them that know little or none of it? Am I to be chastised into playing by rules that have nothing to do with the same? For in my surrender to Almighty, this life is no longer my own having been offered and rightfully received by the one who knows my past, present and future when I am ignorant in all. How then may a man be fearful of embarrassment, danger or shame incumbent to a world that uses it to contain the heart of men? These are my stepping stones to grow, rise and endure. In my trials is love encountered a love grander than my own understanding ever could have captured. Rejoice for freedom is upon us found in joyous fear and faith on God.

Words and the tongue that uses them are powerful, meant for Good or evil of the heart within each vessel.

Men living predominantly in the power of logic, inherently skeptical and not as susceptible to the Power of Words are more inclined to the results and actions in obedience or rebellion by choice.

Women residing predominantly in the power of emotion are thus in greater risk/susceptibility to the Spoken words and the good or evil hearts that project them.

Men are disobedient to the Words they know are right and rather obey the words they know to be unprofitable or evil to access the powerful fulfillment of fleshly desire.

Women are prone to deception and ought remain in this understanding when listening or speaking words that may provide the disobedience/compliance to which God has ordered the steps of man.

Men know they thirst, turn off the spigot, threaten their spring, they will disobey God to get what they want.

Convince women, water is deadly they will die of thirst to avoid it.

Does a man believe/obey when a woman tells him water is deadly or denies him access thereof? Does he eschew the faith in God to provide for all of his needs instead making the woman the center of duty and resolve? Does man listen to God’s command in every action, thought or word? No he chooses against what God has ordained to serve the God of Self.

The battle is against false worship, adultery to God and disobedience. Both parties of a relationship should hold this as their operational guide and successful commitment., remembering the fall and the salvation thereof is only found in obedience/lack of deception within God’s Holy Word. The struggle/battle is clear. Unless both parties are diligent the probability of success nears zero.

I say so. I seek information, capture thought, refrain from opinion and wait for discernment given only by the Holy Spirit of God. Sit in the ignorance and mystery. Allow the world to provide evidence to my absence of idea or truth. Sit with those who do and see why they have come to fruition, if by God or self. My worldliness wrestles and rebels never satisfied with uneducated positions. It is a time for self control, reason and faithful standing.

What is the reason for a time of not knowing? Some say it is the access or realization of the limits of the unknowable. This cannot be true with Christ. For He beyond the limits of time created has all answers to all questions, even those ones beyond my own ability and compromise. Sitting with the Holy Spirit provides access to the impermanent and the real. Knowing is not a complete state of mindfulness or enlightenment by angels but a gift of God from above as are all provisions, protections, promise and purpose.

That having been declared. Now is the time of my eventual freedom from the capture of my own ignorance. Unlike capitulation of those imprisoned by the drips and drops of humanities illness, this independence is in full dependence upon Divine Providence. I may not now know, but I live in the full appreciation that having asked of the Father there is a moment, a perfect/precise moment when I will be given the Wisdom and fortitude to live free.

This is not a mountain top or promontory from which to deride my fellow humans for my gifting. For a gift is nothing for which bragging is appropriate. A new bike, train, plane or yacht through which to provide the world an envy so powerful it leads them directly to God in request. I am the vessel of hope’s reflection upon a desperate world that seeks its own end. This moment of aspiration leading to a knowledge that all things are within the scope of Sovereignty even my own doubt, ignorance and belief upon things yet known or seen.

When peace abounds, the trials are taken in bounding stride and the troubles fizzle in the pool of internal, quiet waters. Melting away, the salve of merchants traveled bearing gifts. What stance upon fiery mountain, barefoot and patient will establish a mooring outside times concern? In release of shadowed burden, sitting in romantic stare upon the open flames, all weight and worry filter into sand and dirt.

Simply knowing the extent of their punishment brings pity and a wish. A wish, that I had taken time available to lead them down paths of righteousness. Or sung praises to acquaint them with the loving king of forgiveness, love and hope. Now all I may offer are intercessory prayers for the day when they meet agent and then God Himself before the White Throne waiting. I lost power in failure to act on love.

Where are the enemies chasing? For now I fear nothing but God. Where are the shadows lurking? For all that I can see is the bright light of yonder path winding. To the mountain I am called through the valley of discontent, practice and preparation. Quietly in solemn prayer for the dying and the forgotten. Leaving a trail for those who may come after that they may see others passed this way and bid them follow.

In the twinkling moments of blinking eyes and dimensions blended, I can already imagine the voice and trumpets call. I wish that it were everyone, but many will by choice determine themselves excluded. For we are the family of men, divided by the line of Christ, drawn across time that none may be excepted. All must choose, all must name the name or in pride and ignorance suffer separation everlasting.

May this be the moment, the day, week and year of hearts turned back to Father and Family. May this be the time and season of reflection upon our lives before the King. May this be the signal and call to forever. May you be found with me, free from want, fear and doubt. May your faith be overflowing in these moments of pregnant opportunity. May you love the Glorious Appearing and be blessed this side of heaven.

What treasures I have walked right bye, foolishly brandishing a list of requirements and expectations? The King’s good gifts are meant to amaze and surprise not fulfill worldly projection or fulfillment of Earthly wounding. May the Lord heal the internal abrasions of this world and may I never do the unloving thing of projecting that healing upon another human.

You are good enough and so am I. No amount of bending, contusion, extrusion, folding, mending, shaping necessary. When love is given and freely received it is always by the person accepting the now for the time in anticipation. If a person must be changed to be considered acceptable then the parting gifts will be the only useful experiment.

I seek the Divine. Opportunities not created by me but for me to prepare me for an expectedly wonderful future. To take from the Hand of God and say, “This is exactly what I need in other humans” is declaration of desired foolishness. For God’s Word says not to depend upon human understanding but to wait upon His guidance in direction.

Am I willing to admit right out that there are times when what I thought I wanted was so much less than what God has given? Yes. Are there times when I yearn for a thing and find that choosing early deprives me of the blessing beyond expectation having waited upon God? Also yes. My pain has always been found in the yearning or impatience.

My life may go bye in chastisement, shaping, honing and steady march with the objective, perfection. Or there may be a steady lope toward the light, experiencing mysterious and unexpected people, places and experiments. I will not make anyone miserable by conforming them to my expectations and depriving them of God’s sovereign ability to surprise.

Moved by nothing, heard by few, talked about by many, some in derision others in curiosity. Weight for the sake of power serves purpose. Freedom for the sake of complacency seeds none. Talk to the wind about obstacles or the seas about the shoreline. Changes in thought don’t necessarily translate into effort or success. All are defeated who wish to be.

I offer a lent hand. Glue must be applied to seal the deal. Laminin is not for all but needed by entirety. Time resists us, we decide to fight against the indomitable. What determines my victory? The things I do are not sufficient to stop the impending push of gravity or energies of universe in full swing. Thrust not always sufficient to escape.

Walking in careful measure helps when encountering gravel or thin ice. Why would one wish to improve their saunter? The trigonometry of communication is never mastered in mathematics. Knowing all the equations and numbers insufficiently conceals the fear and nervousness While body language sings a different tune.

Please listen to the words when its clearly never been my ability to offer them. Simply the go between traveling a lake of promise delivering divine goods. Why fear the storm when arrival is for certain. If I must walk lake’s bottom in one breath, then that is exactly what shall occur. Don’t dream when the evidence stands in front of you beckoning forward. Some think me foolish.

Springs set in the quiet moves of midnight or the rustling moments where the light breaks through the night, we are readied or found wanton. Leaning into the wind as it freshens against my person. I do not wait upon tomorrow but welcome it as it arrives as no surprise. May things grow to replace the need and refresh those who have been tested and tried contemplating weariness or faint.

Complexity is mysteriously attentive. The car wreck from which you could not look away. The pair of eyes in the woods that you felt upon your neck. The quiet, reserved muscly silhouette looking away from the dangers ravaging the world around. Into the event horizon we fell because in that moment nothing would remain hidden, forever.

Ambiguity a gauntlet of apparent indecision. Captured and quiet looking for the pathway through the maze, but happy to discover that internal mapping makes you king of your domain. For those who spend their lives wandering will at some point lose hope and be thankful when you suddenly appear. Savior of the moment.

What are each of us given that brings the priceless man to the window of recognition? What if being difficult, mysterious, incongruent with the norm were device to solve this dimension’s wounding? Aloof can be on the roof, in the garage, a team or workplace seeking blend while truly wanting mend. All reason applies in fantasy.

Tempered for the pathways winding dangerously close to the doorway of Hades. Shadows, bogs and fallow grounds bereft of Spirit’s minding lay in wait for those seeking escape from the prying eyes and mouths of mankind. Convincing is contagious as we seek restitution for that which we yet have in discovery. Health evades the poisoned.

What reality leads each man into freedom? Do the moorings of life in sovereign stance evade countenance as we believe ourselves the victim? What then is a poor, wounded or unlikely king to find that will lead to coronation and contentment? Into the streams of darkened perception, we wallow, until the light we sought washes it clean.

Understanding is redemption for then belief and supplication may follow. In the winding halls of time, gravity and dimension we find delicate and mesmerizing fate. Finding hope in the decode. We walk through worlds unintended. And in so doing unravel our own mystery as we have always been seen naked, cold, hungry, tired and alone.

In compassion’s address we find the love we’ve been missing. Hiding next to the frozen, terrified child unwilling and unable to step into the light for fear. In boldness or coldness, we forsake the many and the plenty hoping to accommodate our dreams and knowledge with examples of our own judgment. For being one of many somehow makes things right.

Tried to play that tune today. Fingers failed. But the tear in my mind’s eye got bigger.

Dropping out of nowhere. In hope of seeing the unreal. In miracle my belief restored.

Walking the same old road. Leading alongside yesterday’s upset. Met tomorrow’s regret.

At some point it all fit together. As if had never been apart. Time welcomed soulful embrace.

The dance started slowly. Criminals and servants found footing. The music lured us skyward

And what remained of our intent. We sold to those who would be encouraged. In dreams.

For magic lets the eye be dazzled. Praise befell the empty heart. In silence, giggles echoed.

We came starboard to port. In berth we thought peace our enemy. Furthest from the truth.

Merry’s feat to lift all hearts. Befallen or bedraggled. Sleeping soundly at willows bell.

Time decided not to bother. Viewing us insignificant. Just pests in dandelion’s heat.

We formed something not yet understood. Seldom recommended. An allegiance of spirit.

To reach the heights of Morgan’s Feld. Scanning for fires to the East. As winds freshened.

At night we sought eagle’s perch. In dawn repass of beaver and buck. Hounds bellowed.

Too slippery to stand abreast. Tied by moorings of man and beast. The lurid scene replayed.

Within minds prepared for glory. We found respite and potential. Into the glade descended.

The melody found us. Unrelenting lyrics and hums so grand. We camped another season.