Father God, this painful heart cries out to you for restoration and joy. Lord, I do not shy from testing, nor would I relinquish one moment of the sanctification found in this crucible of life. Though Lord this world threatens, cajoles and simply put hurts as it seeks to leave me in misery, defeated. My life is victory in promise, yes, the rose of understanding, the fragrance of the fight finished. My God, oh my loving Lord, the pain shapes and equips, making me ready for the next opportunity to seek your Glory. Let me gain from each stretching of my heart strings in passions challenged and debt’s released. May I befriend mercy and grace at each breath’s leaving.

I heard Jesus cry for the sheep and I knew Him my God as He could not bear the wounds before Him. These disobedient seek the weakest among us to batter and better, through quest for Dominion. Lord they hate the little ones, those with many years and the frail among us, to the point of wanting their lives. Lord, is this heart made to sustain the pain I have watched those around me receive? Will it give out at the next mention of child’s torturous moments? When will I find rest, when will these eyes be freed of damage to the innocent? When oh, my Loving Father will I be able to put down this hand to keep from breaking? I want no rest when others cannot find safety as I stand ready.

Lord, I love you and it hurts to love them and receive threat, challenge and curse in exchange. The suffering reminds me of my kinship. These things I must embrace as they mean the trials of this world are remaking me in Your image. That knowledge equips me to resist any attempted surrender. There is no place for me here but in your guidance, no home for me but carrying you within my heart, no family among men but to be serving with my brethren. No place that I would hide as to do so misses the opportunity to stand in Good Courage declaring your Word of Wonder. You are my supply, my sustenance and hope. You are my strength and song, the words that give life to my eternity.

In days when the mighty stand in voice, having made the call to Stand our Choice. Not by hand or arm we’re joined but by Trust in God our Motto Coined. These days ahead may be gray and stark, but our Mighty God brings light to dark. So whisper not in victory sound, that our feet are planted on solid ground. None shall move nor faith be rocked, and the Lord our God shall not be mocked. In silence sit the fallen foes with weeping, gnashing and prophetic woes. To lake and fire their end is certain, having paid no attention to the shredded curtain. No veil, no distance, no one between, no dominion, ghost or heavenly Queen. Shall challenge us in God’s own palm, no storm or seas shall disturb our calm. For we stand with Him forevermore The Loving God whom we adore.

Visions in the middle of blindness, revealing the topography outside the walls. Within the chrysalis of understanding, appealing to the greater good for freedom from the dark. Do you wish for more time or less confusion? In my quest to reach the light I have found the shadows beyond dimension. Where the wings of God protect those who know His Secret Place.

Facing Fear, as his beard is pulled out by sodden hand. Angered but forgiving for the lack of wisdom is a beginning. The only shard of pottery yet cast, remembered by Mind outside the ages. Intellect and deceit to make it captive. Trusting in the morays and breadth of hope beyond the glass of temporary belief. Silence is direct and words the complication. Having surrendered simplicity in dominance of those who ponder deeply.

What foray do your soldiers venture lightly? Taking march before words assembly given? Infrequent reference to pages beyond each ending we speak of things approaching unknowable therefore unexpected. As t approaches the slope becomes infinite, timeless and full of seed in pregnant moments. What song does my heart seek notes to render.? What day has mind selected to achieve that beyond our efforts, talent and treasure? What measure secures man fondness and prayer for safe passage?

They cannot give way to ambitions unkind. Befriended by the greed of hearts in exponential expectation. Family to those who share history’s mark of service to singularity of self and pleasure. Whispering giants pause. Seeing the evidence of man fully kindled by spirit. Quench not the ravishing dawn and fires of stars fallen asunder. Finished in praise and efforts missed by those who thought themselves beyond Sovereign Measure. The paint of hue and depth imperceivable by post or parchment. Upon the streams of glory’s passing are those things worth memory revealed in perpetuity.

Singled out, cast and sold as the wares of wandering minstrel. What glee be found in darkened hopeful indifference. Dreamt of incandescence finding only tepidity and luke warmth on fences unpainted. Palpable depths of blues, green and grey conceal the bulk of heaven’s mindful sharing. In kinship happiness defeated and joy finds purchase beyond the grip of time’s swollen grasp and hunger. The fetid fortunes of the few shall go grey as ember is blown adrift in the waves left by time’s passage into Gehenna.

Don’t fall for love when you can stand and defend it. Rational choices make for better relationships. Emotions though crucial are somewhat inhibiting to the real-world impacts of the heart. Love offered by choice is the only Real Love. For we must all choose to love the real person with whom we may have fallen “in Love”. They, as all humans, do and say things that are offensive and must be forgiven, overlooked or Loved by that same Choice. Maturity and rational thinking, “Wisdom” dictates that we must then examine the Love as a Choice even or especially when we were first enamored or captured by sight.

I met the right one and failed to exhibit the commensurate rational evidence of the inherent preciousness of that moment. Preferring or simply being incapable at the time of recognition sufficient to the importance in the moment. Certainly, we must admit that life comes at us quickly. Therefore, decisions made in the instant may in fact be insufficient in consideration when compared to the importance of life’s objectives or outcomes. Additionally, since the heart is only known by God it is imperative to gain wisdom and discernment to its intentions, desires and propensity to rash determination. Yes, being a teenager is especially difficult as we have yet to comprehend, in most cases the import of our decisions. It is the greatest challenge to defer from one’s own understanding, intentions or emotion to make way for the insight of Greater wisdom.

What then is the recovery from mistakes of this specific gravity or import? Well, we must fully grasp the importance of the walk, either made with God’s intervention or upon our own pursuit. God knew everything I am going to do, need, say or want when I made each decision. Therefore, logic dictates that when walking with Him, inquiring of His input perhaps would lead to making the correct decisions the first time and avoiding any grievous impacts or deprivations of those important plateaus in our lifetime pursuits. In fact dependence of this nature assures through faith that we know the right thing for us will happen at the right time and measure at some appointed juncture in this life. If it doesn’t require the mature admission that God’s Grace is sufficient in all things, including in the abrogation of our choices.

Admittedly, each of us having walked according to God’s Perfect Will are in the best possible place compared to all possibilities. My path is certain my feet planted firmly on the rock which shall not be moved. I am not saddened for that which I did not choose or do not have but rather overjoyed for the things relationships and gifts set before me as the product of having walked in consistence with God. Joy is free, happiness is only assured by self-reliance to defend its modification or absence. Happiness much as with Emotional Love are fickle and change with the content of time’s movement. Love is eternal and seeks not payment for its presence, rather it is the rational choice as the most powerful gift in eternity. The Love of God the perfect example of its surrender, service and perpetuity regardless of receipt.

Hearts aflame candescent. Bestowed with tongues of fire, shaken by the present Lord. In fetal ignorance I wandered wild, petulant, thinking myself Free. Self-captured in pride and sands of foundation impure. Beset by the mortal influences of time, pain and expectation. I lost access to fury beyond my own wakeful understanding. In this time I dwelt bereft of aspiration to stellar existence.

Which are my options? Those televised in my own conditioned response of temporal catalyst. Broken, shattered, torn, ripped from the pages of my own scripting. My belligerence, made known to the universe which laughed. My troubled fixation quickened by the flames of wisdom and arrival. Perched not in prowess or presentation, made ready for the Hand of God’s Works in revelation of each dawn. Where then are footfalls aptly placed, when climbing mountains yet viewed or pathways yet wrought?

In Glory I repel the walls of descent to final prudence. The valley repaired, rivers flowing to the seas yet ventured. I plant, walk, seeking rest for verdant seed of God’s eternal planting. The weight and gravity of physical limits removed, compelling me skyward toward justice and peace. Bound by vision beyond Earth, sky and mooring to islands in perpetual dimensions of frequency, light and mass. What then may harass a man of such independence in view and metaphysics? Well those things which beset all creatures of Creation, thinking ourselves adequate to a story written by the Fingers of Sovereign.

When God called me, I chose to run from that recognition of this contact. His continued pursuits though recognized brought flight and greater self-deception aided by God’s enemies who want to help me be blind. It was the pain of this life that ended that attempted escape and brought my flight to resolution in surrender. I know that most do not wish to read, like, follow or share these thoughts. For to do so would acknowledge your own flight from God or perhaps elucidate your seared conscience or recognition of the Holy Spirit’s call. Maybe He has given up and included you with those who’ve chosen against Him. Does this in any way upset or arouse your sensibilities?

I run toward God now not away. That is what a man does when someone has saved his life and shown himself utterly trustworthy in perpetuity. God has demonstrated to me as He has promised to all that He is faithful and true to complete that work He first began in the man He saved. This man. I have been transformed over decades of experiences and chastening by God’s messengers and Spirit to rise above my previous limitations and self-direction. Now I look to the impossible as entirely doable not through self but by the presence of the King within who gave me privilege, power and protection to operate on a Spiritual Field of Battle. Have I repeated that this is not of my own doing but rather resolution to the fact of God’s Works within my mind, heart, Body, Spirit and Soul.

We are now faced with a world beyond most human control, but not one that is outside the Christian Scope. For we have studied and made ourselves approved that we have relationship with God, We Know Him and demonstrate that as we do our love by obeying His commands. However, it must be said it takes dependence, Faith and an understanding of His Word to see those events which challenge each of us. This world has arrived at the times when God said we should expect His return. That return and the recognition of the season means that the enemies of God will soon expect their brief and dangerous rise to power. God knows all this will happen and we too begin furnished the Word, the Mind of Christ and the privilege of prayer know too that we shall face the worst times known to the world of man and prevail. Not of our own authority but through His residing in the Person fo the Comforter, God’s Holy Spirit within our hearts.

Now is the time of resolution to those challenges and preparedness for those things which we certainly know must swiftly come to pass for God to return. This is a time of reeadiness and groundwork for the coming Kingdom. It is not a time of talk or reason and pondering though they may occur but rather a Time of Our Book of Acts as the Church of God in Ambassadorship to the World and resistance/restraint of His defeated enemy. At some point the enemy shall be given authority to make war against the saints and prevail for a time. Considering that awful truth we as the Body must then rightly expect that since the enemy shall prevail that many Christians will be persecuted by those enemies for their inclusion in the Faithful. What then may we do to prepare for these challenges if we know that we may not prevail against them. The objective of these challenges is the pregnant opportunity to bear fruit commensurate with Spirit and that which shall bring Glory to the Name of God.

What then is that Resolution to things over which we now have power and authority and some or all of us shall somehow lose and be overcome? Will there be a different outcome based upon that preparation and faith? Will those who are unprepared or missing some mysterious seal fall directly into those moments of persecution which they may have indeed avoided? That is one of the most impactful questions of our day. If there is rapture those who are prepared obviously as the maidens in the Bible had sufficient oil in their lamps to be ready for the Master’s return for the Church. Unfortunately that also demands that half of them were not ready having insufficient oil to navigate the night of the Lord’s Return. This demands or suggests that Christians must know that answer to be ready for the Master and consequently avoid or escape the persecution of the enemy in that period of authority over the Saints. Do you know this answer and if you did would you make resolution to take the necessary steps to bring these advantageous protective measures about?

The Oil is the Seal of the Holy Spirit and the filling of His characteristics and Power in each Christian Born again Heart. Ephesians 1, the very first chapter tells this entire Truth. If you wish to know you will study and do whatever God’s Word, Spirit and Whisper tells you to do to get that filling. If you should need help please ask.

In the middle of my wanderings did i forget about the Lord? I sat upon the shield of faith and saw no cause to pull His Sword.

Neglected all His Promises and promised to myself. I would always find dependence in my talent, luck and wealth.

Praise God for His Power and His Mercy, Praise God rejoice in the Risen King. Praise God who invited us to Glory, Praise God let all His people sing.

In the midst of my dilemma in foolishness and pride. I failed to recognize Him standing steadfast by my side.

Cunning in my calculus and certain in my doubt. Pursuing my own happiness, I forgot what joy was all about.

Praise God for giving us His Spirit, Praise God His Arms were open wide. Praise God for the Gospel and its wisdom, Praise God for freeing us from pride.

In the person of Lord Jesus I find the shelter from the rain. He freely gives me wisdom to withstand this life of pain.

Praise God for the moment and forever, Praise God for the Love He showed to All. Praise God to spend eternity together Praise God for giving us the call.

He gave me grace and mercy when I followed or forgot. He stood beside His Covenant whether I was cold, warm or hot.

He looked out for my heart and mind from heaven far above. He sent me swift reminders of His undying Love.

Praise God for His Power and His Mercy, Praise God rejoice in the Risen King. Praise God who invited us to Glory, Praise God let all His people sing

No other god’s before me in for I am the ONLY One. Remember me in Sovereignty for you are my adopted Son.

The time is soon upon US His Kingdom is at hand. Time for the world and heaven to be shaken as He planned.

AS night intrudes, pushing day past the boundaries of heaven we are left to reminisce on the colors woven in the heavens. Another day escapes this veracious bully with appetites for shadow, sinister repose and the recesses of sinful pursuit. In the wee frozen moments passed midnight the beasts of darkness seek pray, purchase and passion before wakened by the morn. The doe see doe of dawn rekindles the hunt for righteousness and the healing hand of warmth and light upon the hearts of men.

Left to the dark in reflection and prayerful recounting we no longer accept the offered fear and panic raiment to silence the joyful songs of passion. Though the dark each day forgotten the light shines forth within each heart, mind, soul and strength. Untarnished, unrestrained, spirit alive in disregard of night. Free to be warmed and fed dreaming of the morrow, where light once again illuminates in wisdom all those who anticipate the Truth.

The turning away to call itself pure wisdom is to ignore that water is wet and fire hot. The potency in deception found in dismissal of those things which may never be dismissed in open regard of verity. To have joy one may not find it through consummation of splendor or destruction of hope and courage, but in the reward of these simple august pleasures. To measure life in worth and understanding rather then gold or castle’s kept. What makes of men the thing which surpasses our forgetting. To make marks beyond the simple divinations of import or power’s place in aggression or conquer. But to the finer moments of fragility and faith found in men who tender their belief investing in those things defined in everlasting.

What then is the joy of nights sweet splendor, coming to quench the day’s work, toil and sweat? To delight in sweet reflection on the earnings, will and expense of this day lived for Life hereafter or for the claws of dirt’s turning. The eagle swept the river searching for that talon full and this delight was etched upon each mind and eye beholding. Not for caution or doubt found in darkness, nor for sadness of memories lost by the coming of silken nightshades but the power of a day lived worth remembering, in hope of tomorrow’s offer.

How Sweet the night when one loves not the darkness, but resides in the reflecting pond of gifts rendered by Light and Life.

For reasons that were cast before I made my first decision or harbored my first thought. How then can man claim his own destiny when achieving, adopting or considering the road before him? All strength of sinew, mind or heart and voice were predetermined to be at my disposal. Certainly improving upon or mastering those talents and techniques available to create wealth, health, reward or expertise required my participation and may have been shaped by my level of commitment. But, all men were set to purpose by their predicament.

How then may I revel of self worth or glory? All is owed to someone, whether or not I accept acknowledgement of that origin. That is the beginning of choice, the acceptance of the Truth as guide and Gospel, the embarkation from darkness into the light or subsequent retreat into the shadows of my own casting. Denial and doubt, near twins, set the possibility for future path. I am not my own, not can I escape the bonds of this life and hereafter of my own volition. Only the choice that must be rendered will determine these outcomes, outcomes that include only those presented by the hand and mind that proffered my gifts.

So, to achieve the summit of my limitations or surpass them I must inquire as to the expectations of the Hand which made me. There is no path through my own imagination, intelligence or experience but through the understanding of my design. That requires an invitation and introduction to my designer. The defining question; Do you know the King? For it is meeting, accepting, acknowledging and obeying His expectations, rules and outcomes through which I will find my place in eternity. The only success worth remembering is did I hear, do and follow my maker’s direction, for no outcome, reward or mark shall be fulfillment of my tasking without having first been listened.

Am I here for I Am? Does the shepherd’s voice ring clarion above each and every call or draw? Do I know what the King wants of me through study, prayer and waiting upon His command before walking my own roads? Let me not simply look to the beginnings but to the outcomes, for His may never be ventured without His direction, intervention and supernatural authority/power. That is my choice to be here for His making or depart for my own temporary understanding. I choose to be Here, before the King in reward or failure for this road is never taken by those who have chosen otherwise. This is my success, this is my design, to be here for better or worse until death loses its grip upon me as I walk into His waiting Arms and Eternity with God.

Selective hearing, blurry vision and the audacity to speak without being spoken to while documenting the facts of history compelling dispute of young argument. With massive exception to rules held firmly in retribution we glide to finish and beyond, thinking only of wind, updraft lift or drag. Sagging unharmoniously on the back of beast in burden, we eclipsed the fear of nightmare and passed the horizon of the impossible.

This is not someone else’s dream of paradise but the pursuit of spiritual realities. What is the definition of those things which may not be spoken because those in power fear that unknown acknowledgement of their failure. Judgment only hurts when you failed to heed its warning to obedience or choice. The calamity is the palsy of deranged thinking and world’s made steady only by the power of projection. The protection of the few is hardly reason to capture or detain the many. Left freedom have her fill and see who remains left in prisons of their own design and questing.

Leave chance to romance and spontaneity. Life seldom complies with those processes which lack candor or character. Certainly strange men are rewarded for youthful cleverness but as we age the Truth takes precedence in pursuit. What then is the reason for my adherence to reason and folly in protection of your heart over desired wanderings? What day does the sun reveal that has not been gauged and anticipated by the King? What demons are assuaged to forfeit their carnivorous intention? What clock replaces the absence of sovereign intent?

There is no glory beyond what has been delegated to those in service. My delight in rapture outweighs the best honed plans of my success. There is no greater reward then horseback behind his wrath. In tandem and courageous ambition I arise to find my name included in the rosters of men of valor, knowing fully that when the rubber tastes friction that I shall bail on the glossy printout. The touch of dove or kind whisper especially by those that have determined your worth is more that this man deserves.

However I have been given it all and for that there is no justified response but humility in Grace.