Hearts find comfort in code, avoidance and change of subject. There is no path to healing but through focus upon wound, cause and the truth in viral cleansing. No way from here to there in my desire to talk about something that allows me to waffle. I seek on/off, black/white, change not simply alliance, vow to try or wish upon some outcome. Accomplish, not of self, but by Spirit.

This is the life of everlasting. Looking into the requirements upon a man born for eternity, no longer slave to temporary, Earthly marks and death. What then has eternal man to do with the larvae he once was born? Certainly origin, surely encoded limitations, experience and the joy of having breathed first light and breath. What is useful now on the new path?

Seeking the objectives beyond my own creation. A new student, asking and applying those destinations and ideas that are being given in perfect moments. No looking back at fractured understanding. For in the past I find all the necessary reasons to move on from it. No dodging, no vacillation, no worry or demand, only obedience and joy.

Would that man of avoidance, misdirection and continual search for sensory fulfillment be capable of contemplating infinite dimension? To be the new man, the transformed creature born of heavenly seed I must be that man, not fake or attempt being someone I long to be. The only path to perfection is found in the harmony with spirit, in each thought, speech and action. I will not tell you what I will become for I do not yet know its completion. I may only say that I am surrendered to where God is taking me and to say that I must reflect it in Mind, Body and Spirit, right now.

The star thinks nothing of its centrality. All things simply revolve. No ego, no thoughts of super or inferiority. It simply warms those things around with the light and heat produced within it.

Does it own the light? Does it require forgiveness or acknowledgement by all who bathe in the warm of life given?

What hope have we at arming ourselves with reason? When even the process of indebtedness is far too complex in understanding. What does a man gain by owing too much to ever pay?

What tales are told about the fellow who owed it all? There is no fear beyond acceptance of the impending doom of having spent it all. No fury at external souls in forcing his own foolishness. No doubt in his salvation that now the debt is transferred to alternate master. The one to whom the debt should have been ventured form outset.

What now that the light comes with understanding and forgiveness? What now that supremacy is established, welcomed? What other source of revenue, strength or power could even hold a candle? When the light and warmth I bargained and withheld was made specifically for me.

Darkness holds no friendship and we certainly will never be kin. For in the light so freely given a respect for the Maker outshines all other possible allegiance.

I cannot travel parsecs within this ship I’m given. I cannot cross the belts and stars in the circumference of mind’s eye. I cannot fault all those who have yet to form the words or experience understanding, fealty, Love.

For that which we do not yet know cannot be held against us. Within the realm of surrendered we find tomorrow’s comprehension. And though I once withstood or doled out forgiveness, care and hope. To those whom much is given is a welcomed expectation.

Climbing and descending by purpose, truth and reason. Recalling the origins of commitment. Growth, peace and regression are tied to a timeline of expectation, promise and disciplined approach of objectives through effort, prayer and corrective action. There must be a rub or a belly scratch attached to plateau or dive from precipice whether or not positive, peaceful or catastrophic.

How then in brief pause do we recommit or capitulate in laughter, excitation or calm collection? Endurant standing through hardship, trial and muse requires a guideline and established relationship or vow to stay within its promise. Constant correction for similar behaviors leads naturally to exposure, increased conviction and or chastisement. How can a man of valor contend with the misbehavior’s of those with which he’s battling against the morays and episodic darkness? Will he find his way home ignoring his own or fellows departure?

To what optimal existence are we progressing? What lands yet ventured do we hope to arrive? What dreams elevated from the dimension or descension propel our feet and hearts? To what would we attribute departure or absolute failure at the journey? We know what must be known and fall away by choice in listening to deceptive calling. Why would a man of promise listen to those bedraggled mannerisms and promises of evil, especially when internally compelling us to disobey the King? There is one standard, one guidon, one promise and being external to self-judgement it must be consciously obeyed, even when our kin or cadre bid otherwise.

There will always be voices and whispers from the dark spaces. Hearing them and listening are two utterly divergent disciplines. They natter for effect. Only open ears will continue to receive the deluge of indifference and disobedience to righteousness. What manner of defense do you perceive is sufficient to silence or cauterize their solicitation?

Does your story include a review of the daily sleights, angers, punishment and subjection? If the kitbag often needs emptying, then how is it so rapidly filled? The focused concentration upon the victimization and relieving myself of onslaught means that I have place in my psyche that is susceptible and stores the bores and tortures of this world. If these are not sponsored by dark whisper than who is choosing to store these as burden?

Walking in freedom and changing to avoid the weighty dilemmas of circumstance are synonymous. Love and transformation are offered with choice of acceptance. Remaining where we are is possibly the single greatest obstacle to perfection and a semblance of worldly success. Failure to let go of the dock ends the journey to the unknown and greatly desired. We must have courage to become something other than we are while understanding where we are is the thing we most wish to change.

I am not discouraging a psychological review of your internal topography. However, simple self help is not an answer to the true question we all ask ourselves. Do I want to be set free from the burdens of this world, achieve wholeness and peace while building relationship with my maker to discover the avenue to the life hereafter? Ask yourself. do you know the impacts of youth upon your neural pathways that are outside of your correction through contemplation and right living? The transformation we seek is not achievable by self, just as entry into heaven is not within man’s bargaining, pleading or effort of self-justification.

The only way to eternal life is found in God. The only way back to God for humanity is found in Christ Jesus as He paid the debt of sin we owed God, that could not be overlooked. The only method to transformation, access and seal for eternity is found in the Holy Spirit. The only one who can make the choice of this path or the insufficient journey of self apotheosis is found in the merciful and gracious authority of Choice in Free Will.

So in free will we get to choose to give up our will in pursuit of those things beyond us or subject ourselves the dark whispers and worldly controls that never could have healed us or provided pathway to eternal life. Some things are simple but so hard. Made so by our unwillingness to let go of the harbor of our inadequate thinking. Choose Life, Found only in Christ.

“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.