Form filled shadow as if imagination had shape. A design intended for a single purpose; to spread fear among the children of Light. In adolescence they shivered and adopted worry though it was never meant for burden. Suddenly the sun dimmed and paused as if its warmth had reduced in strength and pleasure, leaving them cold, alone and taken by innuendo. Waking to the potency of new day they remained imprisoned by the despair spread and accepted in contradiction of God’s Holy Promise. They chose fear instead of Love, power and sound mind. They chose captivity over freedom. They were deceived by the false prominence of the dark.

A woman sang in the center of her village, seemingly unaware of the calamity and doubt. Her bright melody challenged the dark and brought to mind the finer things of life lived in power and determination. She awakened hearts with her simple praise of life and Love through God’s good and timely benevolence. Into the darkness her light spread love and as the people gathered to hear their fear and depression dwindled. She sang of Hope and promised days passed Winter’s fury. She recalled the joy found in all things good and a life lived in prudence, righteousness and courage. Listening dispelled fear with the Love of God promised in her smile and the warmth kindled their heart’s furnace.

What then in training difference lay? Rejoice in all things as we are proudly taught remember in God’s Holy Gift of Word. Take this day and make of it what may be made indwelt with Sovereign Holy Spirit by the power that created all things and mastered all principalities when Jesus Rose. What then the dower witness? Why are so many captured in fear that we were not given in God’s gift of humanity? Evidence of forgotten authority we remember too late the power to overcome all in this world and the next originates from God’s Promise. For we became a nation unacquainted with the God of our Founding, relegated to defense of our selves rather than victorious stance in the certainty of Spirit’s presence.

Then to give breath to the darkness is to choose despair. To breathe in the fear is to deny the Presence of God’s overwhelming Love. To stand palsied and frozen in the torturous conquering hand of fright we must forsake the Armor of God’s Sovereignty Why then do so many remain children in the throws of a battle we never intended losing, a battle having already been determined by the victory of Christ? When Perfect Love our armaments cast out all power, principalities and the doubt they purvey what cause for worry should any retain? For God has written this story not any man and the ending is foretold in Glory for all to read and ponder. In ignorance our folly lay, in ignoring God’s warnings of readiness we find our choice defeat at the hand of lesser master.

In Jesus Name, Learn, Study and receive the Gift of Faith and reason leading to certainty everlasting abiding in the Protecting Word of Christ Jesus.

Praise you in the morning before the Sun has shown first light

Praise you in supplication before I go to bed each night

Praise you in the midday hour cause praising you is right

Praise you as I take each breath with all my wind and might

It is so good to worship you morning, noon and night

Nothing else gives me such great joy and fills me with delight

I trust in your great promises, walk by faith and not by sight

I really like to shout right now but I’ll try and be polite

Our God is Sovereign

The Lord He is so True

He takes the fallen

And makes it into something new

Our God is Powerful

The wind and light obey

Waiting for His Return

Can’t wait to hear Him say;

Well done good and faithful servant you really did it right.

Is courage stored by the brave to be called upon from reserve as frightful circumstance demands action? Or are we bereft of potential action only to find ourselves overcoming when called upon by that small quiet voice urging forever forward? Who and what determines the presence, filling or availability of courage but the instance into which is must be injected? Can it be purchased? Is it assured or are men simply relegated to reaction in such manner that defies their history and rises above any adversity? If it is not predetermined and cannot be assured then certainly God has hand upon those who shall arise in battle with requisite measure to overcome. Or is it just as in righteousness that His Courage is imbued to the account of them who believe?

Who knew what he would do when confronted with the loss of me and you? Is the trial the trigger, the opportunity or the measure of valor? Are we destined to make that choice at vital moment chancing all, throwing caution to wind and surmounting defense or attack sufficient to suppressing enemy fire? Is it pure chance and epinephrine? Or are some men given the pregnant moments in which to excel for God’s own divine purpose? What then ascertains the depth of courage given to men acting in concert to save their loved ones or stand for their nation against all odds, most often beyond the impossible? Why can some small groups become contagious in bravery prompting those around them to rewrite history such that the small defeated much larger or superior forces?

We don’t know what we will do until the bell tolls, yet some are inclined to step forward into valor and those around them know it before hand. They know who shall move first, who shots will find their mark whose sword arm shall over power all enemies. What is this quality of men and women that allow them to choose reckless abandon over caution, defensive action over self protection, service over concern? Courage is tied deeply to love, for in its protective envelope we find Mothers giving all for children, Fathers standing beyond expectation in defense of land and family and children able to withstand brutality and trial beyond expectation when forced to endure in hope. Lord teach us to find this courage as needed for we are in that season where it is the greatest asset and treasure.

In Jesus Name may we stand doing the impossible empowered by God’s Holy Spirit that we may overcome all that confronts US in love, Hope and Bravery beyond normal measure.

Awesome days of willing wonder. So many ideas and the weight of this world and the next to set aside as burdens never meant for this set of shoulders. Where is privy when all may by choice have a conversation with the Sovereign? Fair winds and seas ripe with favor push us toward and beyond the horizon’s events. Singing songs of rust colored dogs and patriots happy to be slathered in old school dirt and ash. Are these the days promised? Are these the challenges determined to transform the world, making men anew?

The season of arrival, as all parched await a slaking thirst. Petrified by mourning worlds’ passing we cling to ideas, baubles and sweet orange dreams. Staring into eternity the same song refuses memory’s inquiry bursting forth with melodies that write themselves in joyous anticipatory affect. Where did reason lay its head to rest? Is it gone tomorrow or planning return at some point on some unforeseen timeline? We cannot be all things to you and yours for we have yet see what we will be in eternity.

Making plans and packages with no address or label, some songs fable some real as the heat of sun’s arrival. And into these circumstances victory must be injected finding hope in simple things as promise portends. Perhaps it’s time for some sublime bit of rhyme to avoid the crime of tomfoolery. Indolent procedures neglected rhetoric surrounding rules and moral culture. Standing alone inside of hope, unbridled bubble to stem the tarnish of off-shed misery. Reflecting on the peace of might’s and treasure I count it all pleasure to measure the rest of humanity against my quiet slurring tune.

Attacked unmercifully by concordant hearts in evil’s thrall. Scratching messages on parchment for posterity, inscribing indelible ideas that all may have chance at witness to testimony by Grace found in the reveling murmur of one who called Him King. Fashioned gifts of reason hard set in recall to the trance that grasps one’s ego, reminding, cajoling, acquainting all to the nonsense of moral repugnance. Insight beyond calamity suggesting that what we plausibly thought to be civilized was itself the birthplace of misguided thinking. At dawn we knelt refreshed to the humility designed to encompany visitation with the source. In fetal wake we sat together perceiving a new world emerging to greet us all this morn.

What about joy? It is in the mix of attitudes supported by your daily empowerment selection? Are you willing to view trials in the lens of normalcy or opportunistic venture sponsoring growth, endurance and faith as measure? Does an ebullient smile fill your heart and face with customary warmth as you recall your tremendous blessing? Are you the pulse of victorious humanity determined to set sail against approaching storm with vigor, intensity and passion for the voyage across all the seas of Life?

Free to embrace despair or turn to the pleasures of a mind thoroughly inclined to free will, we choose to depart on road to Hades or Heaven. Though neither is earned but given according to faith or fear we may eagerly set our sights upon that of good rapport. How often or frequent does your heart lead to misery when a wealth of esteem, reason and rejoicing lay immediately at your feet for the choosing? Who then do we serve in free will decision that which seeks to deflate, consume and leave barren or the eternal mechanics of abundance, growth and hope even in the midst of counter indication or circumstance?

Where are your feet inclined to venture? Is it always uphill or into the valley of discontent to be wallowed in mire or stuck reason? Or do you quickly turn away from the grasping dark, remanding your life to the hand of the sovereign determined to remain free in love and life’s great bounty? What springboard launches you into realms of excellence, completion and delight absent those who have determined that they shall not find the joy in trial and crucible? Give way to the dark and let the light lead thine heart to spring rain, warmth of sun and delight of provision by God’s infinite and infectious love. Rejoice Alway.

Inflexibility of age, driven by the ravages of time and stubbornness threaten my capacity of wisdom’s pursuit. Where are the dreams of youth as we progress in time’s hand, what becomes of the open and eager mind’s eye? Reluctant to give way to the sweeping hand of change, hope dwindles into a measure of its once captive magic.

Joints groan but mind pretends as gravity and incline demand things of it to which reality remains reluctant. Where is the limber deduction and open investigation of the man who one found wonder in all he perceived? Where is the child, gone, rendered incapable of communication with the man I have become or is it choice to relegate this wonderous imagination to the tortured hands of captain’s clock?

Whispers and dreams and a younger man’s schemes articulate above the sullen noise in timelessness. Windows and doors on ceilings and floors propel the possibility beyond realms of theory into solidity. What mounting waves of distant seas awakened shall overwhelm the banks of mind’s gone extinct in the desert of incapacitated thinking?

How shall a heart be made whole and pure without consummate observation and testing then measuring consequential evaluation? What fiery fears may be slain in the world of night real without courage training and mastery of emotional response to impetus whether emotion of spirit born? What grasp of fleeing enemy may be leveraged without hopeful understanding of victory’s authority? Where does a child find resolve and a man find access to the hopeful imagination so often squandered or repressed exiting youth?

Bring on the jump of immeasurable length with chasm as prize. Call forth the dragon and vanquish his fire that maiden fair finds love’s first grasp in the personage of a principled gent. What darkness may be lit, what fires quenched, what pestilence set to flame what advancing army squashed through the passionate dedication of men who believe? What world’s emerged from the encouraged empowerment of each believer determined to see beyond the edge of today?

Time so fragile and sensitive cannot pretend to repel the assault of intervention. Precise construct designed to capture the catalogue of man’s passing for the judgment, it has never been equipped to support anything other than observation. Simply a record, an indexed accounting to keep all honest in its retelling, perfectly balanced it cannot support the weight of man’s passing. Yes, light circumvents it and surrounds but then what is the atomic weight of Light? Into its depth our regrets and joys made lasting to confirm emotion’s need. We are set upon the one way venture a tapestry to line the walls of annum. Pictures, stories and days gone by, left in the permanence of passing.

So Look so fondly and hopeful to the future and regard the transformative nature of time’s passed. For we shall not ever see the days of decisions made but keep hold to the data, scent memory and emotion of time well or poorly spent. Do not weep that you may not do it over for this day is its recovery. Time is impartial it captures all to keep the wicked bad and the good faithful as the deeds of our heart’s well spring are shown that we may grow, lie, avoid or conquer events and people and passions. Upon the perfect gravity of Time’s recording I stand before God’s Review, knowing it will find me insufficient. Yet, also confident beyond reason in spite of time’s proof of my guilt that my freedom there recorded shall set me free to eternity’s calling. For I sought not to change time but bask in its overcoming through faith in the one restoring cognition; That though time clearly held me accountable to law’s breaking God’s redemption pardoned me eternally in the cleansing blood of Christ.

The lines my mind creates between pregnant Earth and sky highlight the depth of hope to which my imagination and faith cling to rebirth. What then of dreams? What then of circumstance and folly? Shall they too feed the ignominy of my exponential proclivity to see each universe expand? Or will true reward salve the wound of deprecation in realization or validation of my apparent sanity? As light beyond eye’s capacity to resolve dominates the darkness all memory of despair depart with possibility and probability. Does the dawn rekindle our imagination or simply confirm our faith in another day of God gifted trial?

Sing your Song, Oh’ God for we long to hear the voice of reason and sovereignty sung by someone who recalls their long slumber. Dance oh’ heavens to the rhythm painted upon the frozen desert as red rock meets purity descending in frozen pictures. Hark to God’s command to war oh Angels bid you swift to defend the life so precious left worthless, ravaged in the maw of time. Chute up oh market healers paid to perpetuate the myth of substance that all may for a time believe themselves immortal. Again to the mist of dysfunction and perpetual ignorance for but your efforts all would find resolve and peace.

If they pray for peace without thinking of its kinship to Return they are entwined with enemy for without His mantle there shall not be peace on Earth or sky. Let War reign in its insatiable consummation laying waste to the properties of noble birth that they may feel the poverty of their own hearts, mind and soul. As hate stands in the mouths of masses the wicked rule for only in love may the fear of fascists, fatalists and futurists be whisked away to the caverns where wind never goes. What then is left untouched by the tainting hand of man’s self indulgence? What pure, what holy, what righteous thing exists even in the eyes of the freshly born? What hope may be found but that which emanates from the Word and depth of plan’s outside time’s lustful grasp?

As day lays hold of all it reveals definition once again governs eyes perception. Beheld withheld from darkness and morning dew the stars still find attractive. For through the misty envelope of atmosphere they see the Sun’s reflection within it captured the image of Earth and sky to be deciphered color and heat. Why does God take snapshots of Creation in packet, wave and particle? Are these to be captured proof or evidence against the dark’s intrusion in to the land of Light? What then the promise of tomorrow written forever strongly upon the tables of my heart? Will memories be valid within the realm of heaven or soon forgotten as the shoe discarded? What then shall quench this hope that reaches beyond the sky and even believes the impractical evidence of Peace Given once to all Men.

Darkness emanates from the heart absent truth. Fealty fowled wells of putrid sewage the dreams of darkened Coeur spew residue and carnage on Atmos Wind infecting the masses with fear, hate and murder. Few escape, most give in to saturation turning the vile red eyed rage toward humanity pestilent view and distorted hue their abomination evidence. What withers the mind of mortal men distortions from the deep shall not lodge them in excellence.

Litmus test for being shined on with perpetual night is the absence of real love. For the satin black may not fake that which loves without payment. Agape is the absence of fear, the only endemic response in the language of the absolute a proof in itself of objectivity. For all love given in subjectivity comes with an associative price. God does not offer love in Commerce but at the natural affinity of Father to Child, Wife to Husband, Son to Mom.

This jubilee is evidence of our transformation at doorway calling. Choose that which sings of light before the revelry of simple existence or biding time in ignorance but the capture of those efforts, trials or some time drastic changes that bring infinity’s focus to bear for the man residing on this side of the pathway to eternal understanding. What are we but those seeking a better life. The difference lay in the definition of the necessary components which indicate that Life’s Arrival. Are they assets of the world’s treasure the lore of fame, fortune and depth of pocket? Or are they yet unspoken riches beyond the category of the simplistic, the temporary, those things which may never be taken, stolen or lent for they exist within the agape love that constituted the Gift of this Life at origin?

Suffer the Dark until the light within becomes so bright the dark runs from each of us as it remembers its defeat in His Coming. We are not slaves to the passionate, hunger of night’s offspring. Let them revel in their lies and short term satisfaction for their problem is the definition of eternity. They struggle with forever for in its passing they will see the meaning of literal Hell and the confines of having decided poorly in perpetuity. Many will shake fists at the light for locking darkness in upon them though it is all they ever requested, wanted or sought. These days of walking in the Light and remembering that warm upon cheek and heart are the lure of eternal pursuit. That warmth, that kindness, comfort and song of daytime is the Hope of our eternal landing upon the bridge of time looking forward to tomorrow as yesterday has been forever left behind.

By the Kindness and devoted Promises of God we in this country and most likely the world are about to enter into the moment of flux and choice. The wicked for a time are being drawn down from the halls of power and will be forced into retreat, replan and resupply efforts. This will provide that wonderful opportunity for ALL people to make a decision and turn their hearts to God to end the war forever or stand their ground and be mated with the Powers and Principalities of Earth and the heavenly realm forever. What a tremendous gift through promised, prayer and forgiven that God would save us from our own chosen demise and provide avenue to be redeemed to Him through Christ. A Do Not miss opportunity for this nation and the World to choose righteousness for eternity eschewing the lake of fire which is satan’s end.

What patience and endurance we have expressed became collective as each of us picked up our cross daily and followed God on the skinny path of righteousness we were met by encouraging Brothers and Sisters determined to arrive there as one. One Body Unified through the Glory of God given in Christ that we may abide in Agape Love and see the body knit together tightly through love, faith and an acknowledged grateful Hope in that wonderful day when Christ will Glorify each of us and we will spend eternity together as the same family. There is nothing greater in this world then to endure what God has commanded we overcome. There is no greater feeling in this world then that promise and the faith that resides within each heart knowing beyond shadow and doubt where we will reside for infinity. There is no greater confidence then the boldness of walking into the throne room of God knowing Him as Father and taking that immoveable peace back with you in to the world pent upon chaos. No greater surety then the joy that powers each heart to remain upon the path of righteousness in our quest to make it to that day when He comes to collect the faithful.

What then may we posit is the pinnacle of performance in our worldly works if those works are never meant for access to heaven or our own arrival at sufficient. These works are love, love for the Father who created us and then provided a way home without which we were lost without hope. Works to demonstrate that love for our Father and our gratitude for salvation, for provision, protection and promise to overcome all that the Lord defeated that may be put under the footstool of the Unified Body.