That fuming monster residing within each heart. The swearing, snarling buffalo with pupils wide and flared nostrils. Pawing ground, stamping raging at the sea and sky threatening all that moves. What is the calming influence for the raging pauper? Nothing out of nothing ever becomes something. How many prophets inquire? How many soothsayers roll bones, consult their idols, how many spirits are roused from a proper slumber to warn against it? Where has this desperate road yet to lead wandering hearts caught in the winds of upset, expectation and fury against all those things which are indefensible? I want no say-so. There is nothing gained by agony in breast of peace and precious. What grows shall not be the ripe fruits first promised. Nor the good grains waited upon throughout summer and August dwell. What transpired that lit the spark of fumes gone unprotected? What cost of patience not found or extended well past expectation or promise? What happens when waiting upon God becomes waiting upon those sent to you in defiance of what He’s spoken? No winter’s bound grip as He has told me. No return to dirt and sand in illness and vulnerability for it is time to encourage those on ventures plenty. I am not in charge and neither comfort nor entertain any illusion or folly therein. But I cannot simply have served your vision. I will give you my shirt and coat and walk with you double the miles you’ve asked of me. At some point what God demands of me may not be shuffled on the burners of importance. His call after all is the only one that must be answered. And not simply by choice but by surrender that has already been proclaimed and offered freely. Any man may walk away from shoulder to plow in so being unworthy of the calling from outset. If you have come to find such man then this must be the foundation of understanding in any personal vision, acquaintance or teamwork in ministry, enterprise or relationship. When pulled away from the feet which planted me firmly upon the Rock of Ages I will rebel, not against Him but against myself and you as needed. When I begin to sour it has entered the hour where I am no longer delivering against the expectations of a Promise made to Him. I cannot honor multiple promise if they are in conflict with the first. That is the difficulty in Christian vows or Fellowship. Neither party must act in such a way that is either unconscious to the anointing or commission and when so doing must be notified immediately in order to cease departure and avoid unnecessary wounding. God ended the war against us when we accepted belief and faith upon Grace and the wonderful sacrifice of Jesus. I owe Him everything. I will honor that which I vow. So, those vows must never be made unless in line with the Covenant I’ve accepted. This is not subtlety but the adamant resolve that comes with a man in debt to God beyond my ability to compromise or remand. There is no way forward but this, for their is no capacity to go back. Eternity awaits, God’s Spirit calls my heart and everything I’ve got for this journey. There is nothing my mind, heart or pack that will not be spent in its fulfillment.