How does someone say “ain’t never” and truly expect that people will get the gist of its meaning? What does it really mean when someone declares an impossibility as fact, fully knowing that though miracles happen some things are just simply understood? Effectively collectively agreeing that some things have no expectation of occurring. The ugly, poor man with low IQ just never marries the princess, no matter how many romance novels tell us what we want to hear. Not saying that odds as high as billions to one do not occur but they are always associated with a recognition of intervention by a higher power.

I have accepted God’s anointing for my life. Therefore living my life for the sole or reserved purpose of wealth, fame and self-glorification objectives is right out. In fact, even dedication to the sole support of a large family without God’s subsequent provision of the pathway to providing for them is as possible as grabbing a ghost or a handful of helium. By nature my dedication is to my first love, God the Father. And not a simple dedication but a vow to give all my: heart, mind, soul and strength to that effort as to NO ONE ELSE. Having a spouse that would take this central position reserved for God alone is just not going to happen and would in fact short circuit that classic dedication to the anointing offered and accepted.

Being a world class athlete as a younger man was achieved. Pursuing higher education and winning awards for few of the highest available honors was achieved. Great achievement in the work place and high pay was achieved, but those were all undertaken as a worldly man seeking to make the mark of this temporary lifetime. None of them compare to: learning from a senior citizen the secrets to a life well lived while exchanging support time for wisdom, helping someone escape addiction to find Jesus as the Cross and locate their purpose, seeing the innocent saved from a position of persecution to flourish in their safety or loving someone for no other reason than they too are beloved of God and worthy of His gifts.

It must be acknowledged that all those who have been called by the Lord have experienced dreams, wants and pursuits that some point became competition and points of decision with God’s Calling. Many relationships have been challenged, jobs abandoned, material things surrendered and dreams placed in the cupboard for the absolute joy of fulfilling a God given purpose that had very little if anything to do with those carnal pursuits. Vows of marriage are sacrosanct and life lasting. Very few of the prophets appeared together with their spouses if they in deed ever made that connection. Even Moses’ family took second place and never made it to the promise land rather dying with him in the desert. These facts make worldly pursuits unlikely, intangible and perhaps unwise for the man or woman of God’s Calling.

That having been said nothing is impossible with God. For those of you who find the right mate to experience the fullness of shared, combined purpose it may be the greatest gift God could ever bring you, but we must understand the unlikely opportunity for success without such commitment to put God first and together Love Him with everything a couple may muster, intentionally, endearingly, completely. So can’t ain’t never but it is wise to proclaim that it is a thing of very small margin, probability and likelihood, governed solely by God’s provision, protection and promise. That having been said, ain’t looking is a more appropriate term, because in that commitment comes an agreement that whatever God’s give you in the calling will be His will not your own. In fact, these instances may be the greatest tests of that allegiance and challenge your full commitment to the Lord’s will. So, Choose wisely and consider putting your personal dreams, desires and want upon the shelf of Godly Service.

Thankful for this radiant heart. Grateful for each trial, each soul engraved on spirit’s memory. All have been worth it, teaching, tugging, changing and providing opportunity upon pregnant moments. None of you will be forgotten, especially those who took their turns seriously, transmogrifying my topography, outlook and tomorrow.

Gypsies all headed somewhere beyond this present. None were meant to stay because this station’s gone to passing. Visitors, some convinced that they will beat the harbor master, sailing vessels beyond the blinded seas into unknown days of event horizon. But we all knew from beginning that this is a one way ride.

I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, but for that wretched pain I am indebted, Teaching me that Divine love never leaves our ship’s lurching. Walked on the waves towards His waiting smile never once feeling or regretting the trials I had yet facing or days gone bye that got the best of most of us.

Mitts the size of madness, grasping desperately at controls for which their is no manual. Speeding up or slowing down to take curves and hills as if hell has no prisoners. We will walk away from the bombs that you’ve been setting. For the mooring saints have driven goes deep enough to find the Rock.

Sand and passing pleasure measure the moments that shall be forgotten. Like youth they pass away almost unnoticed until the bones goes creaking and the lusts lose pleasure. Conquering ourselves instead seeking dominion in this world. We sought to hear once more the tales of love and unrequited dream.

But this too was so caustic it left marks deeper than the mantle. Looking inside only smoke but something lived beyond the fire’s reach. And I am forever grateful for the push and wind to sail forcing me on to midnight crossing in reaching twilight’s left to wonder and mountains beyond the making.

We too Loved and left our thoughts and hopes on the field of battle but the war was won before we even fought it. There is no shame but the one for not trying, crying tears thick enough to stop my footfalls upon the skinny path to oceans of glass, crimson and singularity. Where everything goes onward. Tally Ho.

Failed again, no effort reserved, another opportunity to watch Him make something where I merely stumbled. Love may not be attempted only made real in the face of all resistance. There are no one’s and zero’s, no breaths counted.

Numb and inconsequential. Fires and boson retarded inches from target mass. How then does life flow abundantly through this fiery heart? What, are we no longer the products of our struggles? Are thoughts simply wasted time as progress unimpeded?

Urging my indifference to reconcile at the Right Hand of God. Twain Chosen, amply overjoyed at kneeling at the edge of forever. Welcomed into something into which none would have me selected. Proven true in the living love of God.

Sorry, I never came close to the role I chance accepted. Trying forever more to be something I never was. Taking care of marching time and wet ropes frayed in fever. Whistling tunes that no one knows as if the child all had forgotten.

Disappearing record of admiration and ignorance. Stamped feet and painted eyes making war for lack of romance. Looking longingly at the picture that once was painted. Displayed for wanton eyes and pledges we once muttered.

Bitter, unpleasant, a taste I never asked for or invited. Still the smile upon my lips tells me of something beyond who I have been. Lonely, the bond with intention and the truth about courage especially when absent. This present form neither seems resilient nor strong enough to make it. Torque unresponsive. Believing myself stuck my tears spell God’s name upon my cheek.

Where to when I cannot move? From when to when as all time passes from my reckoning? What purpose, certainly beyond my own as I fail upon fail in my own reserve and expectation? There is no choice but to leave all burden, attachments and false repose behind, dragging the anchors of humanity and mortality behind me leaving the land scarred and my hands free.

Sccccreeammmm as power touches my heart to flame and I burst, forgetting self, history and even my own name. What was I and what is yet to come? Nothing may taken on this journey for none of belongs to me in this time and dimension. Those memories and treasures were made for another place, one I must now leave in the pain of my restructuring. No authority.

Comfort, at once found in the simplicity of not being responsible for that over which I know no power. Clutching nothing, want for nothing, content in the capture of the manuscript before me and the purpose of this new thing, new words and the cleanliness of thoughts and pursuits forgotten. Maybe some day I will be reacquainted with those things of the man I was destined to stop being.

Devoid of confines, enriched by endless and mobius connection from quintessential to sublime. Leaving mastery of nothing to workmen of the unknown. Free to catch a star and leave it to foster the growth, warmth and simplicity of surroundings yet born. To fall for a prank and find that ground where you were always meant to be, floating on a mountain beneath a sea on top of a reality I have yet to see.

The taint is real and seeks to change, bind and rid your opportunity of standing this life for God. The Lord proclaimed the prophecy and the enemy knows the most important thing in this quest for power is to stop the chain of birth and rebirth through Christ.

From the outset, the children of man, or to be specific the seed of the woman was in danger. Each of them must be paraded, lured and conquered by their sin for power, lust or leisure and brought in to the dungeons of sin and judgment for death is the only cure in Dominion.

Over and over man were led into their own destruction, choosing death for personal gain, eschewing the promise of redemption, repair and everlasting for the fool’s gold of this temporary life. But there were those few who please God and kept their blood pure.

Methusaleh knew when his time ended that all false blood and tainted man must be swept from the Earth and having seen his grandson labor for one hundred twenty years he knew that mankind would be redeemed in the ark of Christ, the yet torn veil, the coming twain man.

It will be as the times of Noah our Lord said. In the times of Noah, the world population had to be wiped out as it was no longer human, the bloodline having been tainted by Angels creating the Nephilim. Noah and his family were the only people remaining “pure in their generations.

Where are we now. In that same time where all efforts of Dominion seek to taint our bloodlines, do away with those “unwanted” or even gain the right of prima nocta to impregnate those who would be human with tainted or strange flesh as the time of Sodom and Gamora.

Why are those who “take the mark” incapable of salvation? What is mRNA? What is double helix DNA? Why are there two strands of DNA each with 72000 proteins totalling 144,000? Why does this signify the signature of Mankind and also the method to taint humanity by adding strands or PROTEINS to the strands?

This is not some utterly complex story that we are told to confound our minds and test our IQ. This is the Bible that seeks to explain to all that God Loves us and how we are to endure with the Seal of the Holy Spirit to the end of days that is clearly upon us.

Walking slowly through the dream. Interpreting what little I may gather, finding places meant for greater men to sit and rest a bit. In the sandals of the Lordly I prepare. Having left behind any compunction or profiteering from the wisdom given freely.

What launch my boat has found? What standards bear, what monstrosities undone? Who determines nobility when bloodline and behavior are greater moorings to things that spin the universe? Who says what being complete has always been about?

By all right and embossed ribbon presented they have pronounced us lesser men. The dawn having prepared the few to look down upon the many. What blessings counted rare are frequently offered for the telling of our own tales?

Where do all the greenest grasses grow if not in the pleasant moments of my own belonging? Is satisfaction always beyond the next fence or better argument having proven the days are wanton? By nature I include the beloved in the moments precious.

They tell a tale of a forgotten man who was never known but they tell it with such fervor. Regaling themselves with words lived by other men, yet made weighty in the quest to make hearts feel wonder and passion, believing themselves included in the sky above the Maker.

Not inclined to be anywhere at any time or day I find the pleasure of simply walking, calmly through the things of spirit. Dandelions no less impressive than the finest crimson rose. What scholarly rag tells people of my mastery in things they cannot understand?

I alone may make this road amazing. Two may ride and ten follow but only one may make the hope real and the pain a trusted partner. The process is the end and beginning. To find the gold among the garland and the coal when dark is gone and light beckons onward.

How do we adequately explain the multiple subjects and veins of today’s Global Correction? Why is it taking such a long time for the forces of light to turn about the cancer and corruption that seems endemic to the entire world of nations? Why do all of these changes run concurrent with Biblical prophecy regarding the end of days? Why won’t people simply see the reality before their eyes that is so simple even children proclaim the truth in clarity?

What happened in the Garden? Adam disobeyed as his wife came to him having been deceived into believing that by eating of the forbidden fruit that she and her husband could be like God Almighty or even above Him. What drove her to this deception? What made the choice for Adam to disobey God and lose all that He, They had been given? Why is today’s worldly belief that “Knowledge is Power” the same deceptive belief that trapped Adam and Eve into diminished life for all man kind by releasing Sin and Death into the world?

How has the history of mankind mirrored the manuscript of this continuing battle between the “Earth Dwellers”, powers and principalities inhabiting this world and those of the Coming Kingdom of Christ Jesus promised as end of these current historical ages? This being a blog and not a book we must compress history and accept certain assertions to arrive at a conclusion in the coming minutes to avoid the days/week it would otherwise require to investigate the entire story extending thousands of years.

We must first accept that it is clear in understanding the two specific trees mentioned in the Garden we see the clash defined. Although most will remember the fruit of the tree of knowledge of Good and Evil they rarely remember the Tree of Life which was also present. It is clear Adam and Eve had to leave the Garden having eaten the first for it they ate the fruit of the Tree of Life they would have been caught forever in their sin without opportunity for redemption. God had mercy upon them and predicted that He would provide the answer to their dilemma via the seed of the woman.

Having been expelled and the gates protected by powerful angel, Adam and Eve were sent into the world until the prophetic revelation of God’s Lamb would take away the Sins of the world and usher in the Kingdom without end. Yes, this too would mean the judgment and punishment of the fallen, but the greater hope is that all who found themselves in sin would now have the Choice to find grace and everlasting life. Choice as we all concur is the guiding principle to real love as Love must be made by choice. That choice, forgive me for the simplification must be between the offerings of this world and The Kingdom to Come in Everlasting Life. It is possible to reduce this to that simplistic component. As, Satan promised Jesus Himself in the desert the gifts and bounty of this World.

Now to this day. There is nothing new in the world. We are simply looking at the same struggle between the Empire awaiting its king the anti Christ and those having been born again by God’s Holy Spirit awaiting the King of Kings and Lord of Lord’s Jesus Christ the King. Two groups waiting for their leader. One trapped into the temporary wins/losses of this world and a coming false god and the other: forgiven, redeemed to God Almighty, born again by the torn veil and the twain man having freed them from the limitation of the original struggle against sin and death. We simply believe ourselves unique as we believe the words of the world that we are an evolved species prepared for something transcendent.

What comes next is the evaluation of our current dilemma wrapped within the clarity of our present understanding that it is simply more of the same with a lot more tech and shrouds of the lies found in those seeking knowledge as he answer when it is simply a tool. Let us have chat about the circumstances armed with that wisdom and we will see that the same simple truths asserted at the outset apply as before. It is time for man to become awake or choose to incline themselves to a dark deception that will greet them and keep them in their separation for God and those inclined to eternal life.

They are wrapped in the embrace of the one who knows all about them. So pleased that they’ve chosen Him. Many departed choosing the road less traveled when we came to the crossroads or y in the pathway. It never hurts less, but it makes so much sense now. Not the sense that makes the heart hurt less, but the sense that the lessons God had for them were on another jaunt of the same path leading to the sunrise.

Love is the willingness to let go when what God has planned for those loved will only be found in their departure. This world hurts especially in the loss and loneliness, payment for letting ties go and fires die. It always matters that is why the pain accompanies each memory because if not we may forgot life’s importance and why God, though walking inside us leaves us to travel in a semblance of struggling alone.

My maturity only began when I stopped letting go in an emotional torrent of hurt and revenge, instead in a understanding effort to listen to God’s direction for their sanctification. Don’t accept the anointing if you want to simply consider yourself and your own direction or wants. The service demands a quickened heart to the hurts associated with friendships, teaching or partnership. People leave and some although you wish them to stay God has other plans for them that do not include your input and require your growth to overcome.

I do not fault you Brother, you can only see from here to there and unfortunately for us you can see that I have taken the path leading up the mountain and yours will go through yonder valley. Family I get it you wanted someone perfect and knowing that he would never come you looked for every reason, every mistake as opportunity for clean departure. You are no less loved. I understand the limitations of the human condition. God however loves in other ways.

I have always been good enough for Him and yet I strive in peace to be a more perfect man than at any other point in this lifetime. It is not a drive born of achievement or promised reward but one of love and respect. I have never been good enough for the world, especially when I joined them in their quest to dominate, achieve and make a huge mark on this existence. That is the crucial choice of the born again. We must leave behind those things inclined to mastery of this world for we are not longer meant for it but beyond.

Pain held dear, for things that matter so and for things that just will never fit into God’s Direction. If only things worked out to our liking at each opportunity but that makes no sense for men and women seeking the experience of trial. For the pain is our greatest enemy yet the smartest of our teachers, for it knows what will change the heart and mind in perpetuity. Loss of things that matter will forever be my most wonderful achievement. Never wanted it but was served up a regular dose until I realized that God had used me to get them to where they were always meant to end up.

Not saddened as the man in woolen hat, the smell of wet sheep and weeping grasses by the pond. Nor the dismal realization of winter’s frost upon this aged heart. The spark is lit and though a small flame coaxes the fire’s life, the promise of warmth, hope and comfort has beaten back the talk of ice and buried life beneath it.

No numbness upon the tip of finger or in the back of sullen mind. No fear of death as its sting is left upon the field’s above Golgotha. We may not be finished but the battle for everlasting was won and now we no longer fear the dark of night nor the shortness of our coming existence. All seeds have been promised rebirth.

These are the days of eternal Spring even though most have no cause to embrace new life. What is done has been done and we must always reflect, absorb and counsel in the midst of our decisions. That which resides beyond mountain’s curve is the truth in contemplation. It is for the mysteries that I live, having accepted the courses of reality.

What gift my words produce, what change my quiet council brings, what love is seen and accepted as genuine these are the whispers of remembering. Do men trust me, do children seek my protection and women have no fear against me? There is no reward but to be seen by the living as a man that will go on living in Christ Jesus.

Nothing may be taken from me that He esteems as truth. Clutch not the brutal things of men seeking point to place incisor. There are no cauldrons of wants and wishes brewing in the backyard of my intention. No spell to raise spirits and command that you follow the burdens of my commandment. Freedom is just that to do as you or God has bidden.

There are no rules or pursuits I have directed. Only God commands mine is only mentioned in hope that you heard and are driven, guided and led by All that God has given. For what promise may I give of eternal life but to repeat that which first arrived on hallowed ground to men only worthy as I by the gift’s of God’s provision.

Wooden heart and stone for blood swept by winds a toll to pay. Chasing dreams after midnight is a careful and solemn pursuit. At some broad age, self-inflective, we fail to see the value in stepping into the same old sodden hole where waters rush in drowning swollen toes. Blunting the beaks of birds pent on pecking clean every seed or nut presented. A quiet sort of morning, no happiness or worth accounted in decisions rarely considered.

A life time of departure and waiting upon a clock that never chimes and often leaves throats parched. Preparations made, grounds tended, sights aligned only to count our parties tardy on arrival. Nothing sure, winds change and some parcels too laden with burdens in packaging must be separated into broader baskets. Care for the most part is a gift of service for nothing other than the brief sharing of rye smile, wink and fond remembering.

Never been in charge, wouldn’t know what to do if required to guide someone’s deepest thinking. Roads, made to shape the legs and heart must be taken at the behest and motivation of the individual. Oft times it remains the seasoned professional will watch and blink when shot rolls into the rough, knowing each time a colleague is forced to reason the unlikely. Then to encourage not in form or fashion but simply having listened and recorded.

There is a reckoning of sorts for each man in passing. Having haphazardly or precisely chosen paths upon which to venture. The words choppy in reflection the waters frighteningly swift for timely departure. All things remind us that there is a common theme and efforts toward an ending. If we are attentive and our efforts aligned toward objective restoration the building is sound and stands against all weather. One footfall the tool for all achievement.

How important the start, launch or beginning. For timely race must be made when destination wanted. Most may take all due time if purpose is unsettled, but when mission critical and assignment both are certain. Then each step may be the determining factor in failure, fault or festivity. What shall be celebrated by chance when careful planning the only path to the impossible plateau or peak sought not in folly but intention, heart and purchase?