Love Heals...
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Posted:Apr 6, 2009 11:41 am
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2009 11:05 pm 7476 Views
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Love hurts us because we feel so deeply for others...as we should. Love also heals us because it flows out of an inexhaustible fountain that indwells us all. Loyal is the Love that we cannot see or comprehend. We are blind to the Omnipresence, we are tone deaf to His voice, yet Love waits for us, Love knows our hearts, Love understands our fears, Love is patient, Love is kind, Love sees us clearly, Love desires us to come and lay our burdens down.
Heavy with burdens, we are lifted up, helping hands found stretched out - Love is ever present all about. Love thyself as thou art loved by God, an odd hope He has, His plan for us. All encompassing is this Lover of soul. A temporal physical temple designed to pump a river of blood that gives life through a heart with exits to gush up a path to fill thy brain - with light signals and conceptions that filter thru eye with visions of immortality. Tiny unseen transmittors and translators give emotion an outlet to feel a variety of intangibles. Tis indeed incredible this gift we call life.
Spring's new blossoms call us to frolick, to unload, to lighten up, to sing with the birds, to release our spirit to play and rejoice in each new day. Honoring God's gift, His will that we love one another well --- this is His way, His call that we love Him above all. Allowing His overflow to spill and fill the crevices in the broken hearts that surround us. Our bags of flesh are put to the test to reflex with anger for not understanding the motives of others or a prompt from within stirs us with compassion towards the repetitive pain and certain disappointment found in love, again and again.
Yes, Love hurts us because we feel from the deep, and Love heals as it flows out of a bottomless supply. "Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn Your commands. May those that fear You rejoice when they see me, for I have put my hope in Your word." Psalm 119 - 73
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Prayer Request
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Posted:Apr 3, 2009 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2009 12:13 pm 8243 Views
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My is a new believer, he accepted Christ as his Savior in October 08. Jason has slipped back in the comfortable convenience of living life his way, using drugs, withdrawn from his , his family, the bible, attending church. I ask for your prayers for his soul. AMEN
It is comfortable for us to do what we have always done...without question...it is convenient to maintain a ritual rather than change. Convenience pulls us over to grab something quick, to get the fast food rather than cook. We are comfortable with our beliefs and it is easy or convenient to forget how we were without Christ....or who we once were along our journey... and who we are becoming as we continue to grow.
It is not always comfortable to be the only Christian in the family, and it is not always easy or seemingly convenient to pray. However, the best investment of our time, the greatest value we can add to any room, any situation is prayer. Our Comforter is convenient, ever present, always available as He waits for our surrender to His assurance.
Parents desire what is best for their , and people of integrity seek the best investment of their time in pursuits worthy of their gifts. I ask you to use the gift of faith and pray for my to make the choice to live for Christ. Picture of mother and Easter 2008. AMEN
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A NEED....
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Posted:Apr 2, 2009 7:31 am
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2009 9:54 am 8884 Views
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UNAWARE OF A NEED
Awake and unaware of a need for a special annointing this day,
under the sprinkling shower, singing praise...a FIRE broke out. As needed, or as asked, as called on, as trusted in, as relied upon... our Fire Chief God gives us the strength of the Holy Spirit commensurate with the tasks given. My fullness of the Holy Spirit inadequate for today's fire---my Father knowing my needs, directed a hydrant of living water to gush within, a mighty force of His power supplied to meet the day's emergency.
"FULL" of the Spirit just like my water heater at home holds an adequate supply---on occasion, like the apostles in ACTS we are given a special annointing of extra power as needed for special services. When we are violently opposed, when we feel the oppression that blocks the Spirits flow, to keep His purpose fulfilled, our Father fills us with an overflowing power to proclaim His Word.
"And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit, and began to speak the Word of God with boldness." ACTS 4:31
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Drowning in the Filling....
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Posted:Mar 30, 2009 7:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2009 6:44 am 7252 Views
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Consider the constant filling of a mountain stream into the river of life? Seasonal snow melts, the once frigid undone by the . Creating a well of Living water springing up to eternal life. "From his innermost being shall flow rivers of living water" John 7:38
Jesus did not speak of occasional drops of spirit or seasonal outpourings. He spoke of our innermost being, our souls flowing with rivers of the Holy Spirit. Consider the rivers near you? The San Joaquin River, the Mississippi, the Danube, the Amazon. Men build Dams to control the overflowing of God's constant, inexhaustible supply. Our walls, our resistence to surrender will not put off the generous personality of our indwelt Holy Spirit. He is a river of living water whose course is meant to run thru us. As we yield, we be consistently filled.
Oh God, bring down my walls, any dam that blocks my flow. In my weakness, praise God I am unable to resist ....immersed and carried away I flow...sweetly surrendered, the Holy Spirit fills this vessel to overflowing to the thirsty world. Empty of me that i can be filled with more of Thee. 
Fill me, Holy Spirit, fill me,
More than fullness I desire...
Drowning in The Holy,
Being Thy welcome vessel...
A single cup for one, or..
A bottomless gallon of plenty...
Overflow me Lord,
That Ye may quench many.
"Be filled with the Spirit"
Ephesians 5:18 a command to be filled constantly, not once like a bucket that empties and must be refilled. "But the water that I shall give him shall become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life." John 4:14
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Blessing Mistakes.....
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Posted:Mar 29, 2009 10:32 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2009 6:30 am 7952 Views
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SEASON OF CHANGE 2007
All questions silenced, knowing wisdom is on the throne, greatful for the lesson of difficulty. Mindfully releasing judgements, as I flow with the rising and falling tides, wakefully musing all the while. The past speaks to the present with hope for continued maturity in a most fascinating future. Memory erased, my soul timeless, my experience enriched by the sprinkling of joy and tragedy. A private thought ripples out and manifests according to conscious intent, satisfied by the indwelling.
When difficulty comes we have the choice to blame or accept. Frustration, anger, failure may be felt and our tongue may be used as a weapon to conquer the perceived enemy ---OR--- we may wisely choose to hold our tongues, and think of the hidden lesson in it? Surrendering to the power within, a diploma of compassion earned, new appreciation towards everyone and every event. Back surgery, Fathers death, my 's heart failure, my ex-husbands death, a freak artery dissection -- all within 6 months. I flirted with why, yielded to sorrow then cried out.
What feeds our spirit "wisdom" is that which brings us to face our tendency to judge and blame. It twas fear that led me to blame self and not depend of God. Assigning my spirit in a position of servant to the Holy within, my soul yielded and this trusting renewed my relationship with God.
The way of water is for the wise. Consider the patient constance of silent water splashing over, and seeping under rocks. Eventually the motion carves a lagoon, or a sandy beach for many to enjoy! The rocks breakdown and become sand to build castles with. A tiny seed, a bit of sand inside the oysters of life, the Creator creates a pearl from what was a rock.
Difficulty builds our compassion muscles. Consider the passion of the ocean to overcome obstacles? Her constant strength in moving below anything in her path. She lies low, silently seeping beneath the feet that stand in her, the rocks that are thrown at her, the volcanoes that sizzle at her shores. Ocean responds by providing equal love to all events, the sharks, plants, rocks, whales, porpoise, shellfish and fishermen that take from her. The ocean vaporizes into clouds -- rivers, streams, and lakes flow into her. Faithful rains and hurricane winds revive her. The course of water a model of trusting God. Meditate on the lesson within each difficulty. Choose to practice WAKEFUL compassion when mistakes of judgement or blame have stormed. The pains of life doth steadily come, just like a wave will wash ashore, and then receed. Perceive difficulty as a gift from God and praise Him for all that is.
Detached yet connected, single yet married to life, Iam a solitary soul living in the midst of all polarity, without comparison, united by amazing thoughts and feelings. Practicing peace regardless of my circumstance does increase the challenge to surrender, trust God and yield to the Holy Spirit. Walking the path of least resistance, i acknowledge "one mistake after another" ... Tis a window of humility, my finest education. He blessed what I mistook for tragedy and gave me value in my inequity. God makes pearls out of each irritation in the grand oyster of life. AMEN
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A MUD BATH ???
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Posted:Mar 29, 2009 8:27 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2009 6:36 am 7899 Views
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MORE MONKEY BRAIN IDEAS about MY will.... my willingness or my will? Is my will stuck in the circumstances? For then i would be wishing for different appearances. If my eye, my focus is on my outer reality then i am missing the greater part of the unseen presence, and the muddy part is that me thinking is thick. Watering my thoughts down, more of God, more of the Holy Spirit, and less of me...then and only then can i recognize His glory in each circumstance.
MY WILL might be to build a bridge over the rough terrain -- BUT HIS mud lesson for me was to stand in it, sit in it, lay in it --and praise God for the why of mud, the way of mud, the light in mud -- and that mud got dry, it cracked and tears flooded and made a puddle. Our Potter's hand reached down and from the clay, with mud splattering all about --- He patched the cracks in my pot.
We are indeed entitled to much pain and misery for our insistence that people, places, and circumstances be different. His will and His way of teaching us patience, kindness and self-control is truly a mud bath of sorts. We get our will all in high gear and it takes an avalanche to stop us, to slow us, to show us Who is in charge and what our needs are. Needy of God...a humble apple pie am I, He calls me His beloved. Raised to be self-sufficient, surrendering my ways to His has taken much time stuck in the mud. My MUDDY WATER rinsed clean by His living waters. AMEN
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Love Awaits.....
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Posted:Mar 28, 2009 4:17 pm
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2009 7:38 am 8313 Views
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"It cannot be denied that our stammering association has been drawn out over more years than one might have wished. The truth is, the clock cannot be reversed, only forward it shall move, in the way of time itself. I do not remain hidden for no reason. My absence needed that whilst I am away -- that ye will take pause to consider how our future path might always be." Jesus
"I shall not like to grieve any youthful hearts, so it is My pleasing to depart and watch as ye stride, never alone, but on ye own to satisfy thy inner longing. Sharing one Groom of many brides, tis My request of each that ye love Me first and fully. For IAM that IAM, a jealous Father who has determined thee of the highest value. By My grace ye shall learn to trust My capacity to love all, without favorites, or preference of height, width, hair color or accomplishment. Ye shall know that IAM thy Sufficiency by My full measure of mercy." Father God
"Heaven cannot match the treasure I have found in thee. Resolute in My promise to return forthwith and that you will join as I rise this Easter Sunday --- with freedom ye have pranced and chanced your will to be, I wait for your favorable response to the proposition I put before thee on our first embrace. Might I call on you personally as soon as I return?" Jesus Christ
"Listen My beloved, haste has never been a wise choice. What love grows too quickly often dies fast. A perrenial bloom preferred at best. A seasonal reunion gives time for the seed planted to ruminate loves bounty and germinate. Psalms be written and sung about the fragrance that lingers after a cleansing rain. A union of everlasting cannot take shape if it spins with speed. One must be still for the re-creation by thy Potter's hand." The Holy Spirit
Oh how He loves us, wildly like a hurricane, sealing us with the wet kiss of the Holy Spirit running ever thru us. Father, and Holy Spirit -- He hast witnessed all manner of rebellion, resistance and reluctant surrender over generations. He is patient, He is kind, He is the love that shall satisfy all cravings. Our True Love waits. 
Copyright © 3/28/2009 alleywrites
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All creation cries out....
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Posted:Mar 28, 2009 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2009 7:46 am 7944 Views
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Even the rocks cried out!
Babtized in the Holy Spirit,
Hands raised in praise,
Filled by healing Light,
Sealed by His promise,
Resurrected and Messiah filled
The wonderous work of Christ,
Our Savior calls us by name,
Our past no longer a reason for shame.
To His Holy yield,
To work the field,
Thirsty no more...
Living waters evermore,
With indwelt overflowing ...
Praising God for His re-filling!
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Bulbs and buds....
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Posted:Mar 27, 2009 8:54 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2009 7:31 pm 7328 Views
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Thinking about the bulbs given to me by a co-worker this week. They are brown, bumpy and uniquely uneven in size and shape. "JUST STICK EM IN THE DIRT" and watch them bust up thru the earth and stretch up to sky as a bud. A little weeding, a bit of water and a lot of shine and BAM! A flower blooms! So it is with us, a unique and amazing bulb of wonder, a seed got stuck in the soil of our heart. weeds crop up and doubts get pulled out, then like the woman at the well, we receive living water and with our thirst forever quenched -- WHALA! Our bud opens to a full BLOOM, an open praise for His plan! 
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MONKEY BRAINS.....
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Posted:Mar 27, 2009 7:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2009 7:17 am 7500 Views
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MONKEY BRAINS always trying to figure it out --- I must BREATHE deeply, and ASK the person of the Holy Spirit to make Himself known by flushing within me -- His calm. Peace resides within, and i must make the call, i must bid His welcome to be my Helper, my Counselor, my Comforter....i know Him, i need Him, i rely on Him and i trust Him --- and He comes quickly, when i surrender my fears, my burdens, my angst over multiple unknowns. Awe filled while i walk, as it sit, as i praise the mystery.
MONKEY BRAIN ANTEDOTE: Apply His word, recite a favorite scripture, read the psalms and --- BREATHE DEEPLY of He that abides patiently inside thee.
My testimony reveals much need for a speedy recovering from a lapse of depending on Him. As i ASK for the Holy Spirit's kind indulgence of my insatiable crave, a distinct inner rushing, a spirit filling did stand me stilled.
A JOURNAL NOTE of JOY 2009
My heart is His and i scribble rapidly that i might capture a fleeting breeze as He rocks my soul. Perhaps another language other than what me wee mind knows -and i could grasp the depth and width, and length ---- of the love that Jesus bestows.
On call 24/7 my Lord seeps into His creation....into my mind, my soul, my marrow. All chambers flooded with a mighty whoosh that sweeps away all thought, anxiety and the pain it took to receive His Word, His woo --- all seize and rescue methods are worth it!
His healing tenderness, His sweet compassion, endless patience, wisdom and unmeasured kindness allows me to let go of my fears gently. A quiet pond preferred, i gaze into deep waters, tranquilizing my mind. His spell cast and me soul's compulsion was to linger. Unlike the rushing foam where waters rush...i be stilled, in the majestic of His holy silence.
STILLNESS is where God infuses, and i tremble as His hand shapes the clay into His liking. My stumbling pace, my impatient wait, my writhing for connection, for His astounding direction. His will, His way, in His time---the fruit of my patience was green, and i had to lean on His understanding, not mine.
Today I swirl my anticipation like red wine in a crystal glass. My lungs full of His love, my eyes fixed on what cannot be seen. My softened heart beats to His rhythm, my body sways and lends to His voice. Dancing with my Lord Jesus....a definite recognition within overtakes me! Twas He that gave me the hunger, the longing that only He could satisfy. AMEN
Copyright © 3/27/2009 alleywrites
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