Umm K, so…

About a year ago, during a web search I don’t recall the details of, I found the accompanying picture…hilarious!

I saved it immediately, knowing that one day it would make resonant sense and find a place of merit within my world.

That’s kinda been my mindset from the early years. I collected, often visually. Milton-Bradley’s MEMORY® game was an admitted favorite. Parents or any people “ages 3+” might not realize the potential strength developing by essentially resigning a sponge to “Sit down somewhere! Pay attention! Remember… .”

There were lots of stickers then unique patterns and sounds in the house or of artists I enjoyed on the radio I would study to recognize them from attempts at silent, off-hour entries that would eventually pick up volume among the family or obscure, uncredited collaborations.

(Much) later, it proved better to learn that GOD Reveals His Plans in His Time—that it’s important to stay rightfully in the pocket as former President Obama recently encouraged regarding his own dance in Life—and collect myself, quickly remembering my limits in the natural, ‘fore The Holy Spirit would have to Snatch me up in harsh Correction.

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Both Sides Now

Somewhere between first saying “Happy New Year” 2018 and “here”, the last digit’s been staring me down some. (I wanted to say it was waving at me or the like to get my attention, but look at it… It’s not built that way. There are two openings, however. For these purposes, I will call them eyes. Thanks.)

Without second thought, yesteryear’s consciousness would have emphasized the ‘build & destroy’ balancing act the number itself appears to perform effortlessly. After all, two opposite but complementary realities are facing each other at their most pivotal points.

For either to fall off, so to speak, is to create a completely different number/entity/time altogether. Not even marked by the emptiness or potential of two zeros, the image is of two random teardrops–or map markers these days. Turned on either side, as we do when we choose rest or get knocked down in Life, His Infinite Power Is represented regardless.

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The Holy Spirit Began Whispering reminders of eight’s Biblical importance into my temple. The Ark’s roll call for salvation in a dire time [Genesis 7:7]…the day of return after the allotted week of menstrual and/or (male) childbearing separation [Leviticus 15:9, 12:2]…days from birth after which male children were to be circumcised [Genesis 17:12]: all eights.

I decided, or maybe He Decided and I simply honored the memo, that I would commit to deeper training and stream-of-His-Consciousness sharing with God’s Word on every eighth day this year as He Allows.

{NOTE: Pending inclusion of the Daily Post prompts in this space isn’t necessarily His Idea, but helps me keep (His writing gift) keen to environmental changes yet sharply focused on Him.}

If even after prayer the flow feels sluggish or not quite as perfect as I might like, I would advance more fiercely before The Throne.

Isn’t that part of what it is to tarry for His Holy Spirit? Doesn’t our Heavenly Father Want us to engage and wield His Word with fervor for greater inner-standing? With all the rumors of war and arguably less weighty matters plaguing the world, shouldn’t we be ever fiercer with our greatest Weapon for taking down spiritual strongholds?

 

The blizzard and sub-freezing temperatures that ushered in the year as well as other recent climate changes have been violent.

Shift dynamics that allow little time for self-care plus the very idea of mandatory flu shots (or stay-on, turn patient comfort-off masks) that can’t possibly address all strains of the virus and offer no defense against others’ (hand) hygiene OR simple colds no matter how careful I’ve been are violent.

The way I made through fresh cranberries, kiwis, citrus, peppers and a Kleenex box yesterday and today alone is kinda violent.

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The final yank I had to do with a wayward heart string before dawn this morning was violent, though harming nothing but the door to unbalanced enabling that it held ajar in the name of never being a “mean”, cold & hardened Christian.

More revelations of popular figures’ alleged criminal indiscretions and continued deaths suffered by and from law enforcement is violent.

With Matthew 11:12 and Luke 16:16 Being facets of God’s full Truth, His people must also reach for and grasp His Kingdom with wide open hearts and hands; violently, even.

Warriors, soldiers of The Cross, brothers and sisters in Christ…ours is the most Grace-full fight (un)known to humankind. Be armed and encouraged in His Strength, not our own, because Victory Is already His. We must first endure.

En garde.

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Image via Haiku Deck

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The challenge called for responses

to a bitter theme

Yet i am growing

leery of any small or large vow

except to edify The Most High

El Shaddai

 

Who Is gentle to pain

wrathful to pride

grinding & churning foolish things

to confound the would-be wise

 

Although forsaken as Mara in moments

the portion of His own is goodly

His Righteousness is our fulfillment

His Love brings us back to Life.

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Images via Hebrew4Christians, Google search for letter He & Cram.com

 

We all learn that

at least among humans

the concept of control is not exclusive

to the apprentice or the teacher

Both must sacrifice

for the other’s gift

Knowledge, wisdom and receptive vessel

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Standards’ Room Only

What manner of Love

is described by many

both faithfully & blindly

careful to admonish or polish

never stumbling into pride?


Not selfish or weak like me

YOU

My Lord, only Friend

in the fire and lion’s den

of many trials & failures


The Lamb laid down

to serve us

bitter herbs

’til the death

of our unnatural cravings


Weep for the losses & arise

as He will(s)

so His Blood

covers our passage

through dark nights

of the soul.

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The W/ill of God

What a paradox

we embody; tenacious

to give, take Healing.

Yes & Amen

Before

they say

“Stop talking. That’s a lie

I don’t want to hear”

 

After

they say

“Why didn’t you…

(just call)

tell me?”

 

It goes

without saying that

the meantime is inside

the will of God

perhaps

alone

 

The fervor + serenity

He provides

yields

 

Acceptance.

Relation Ship

Journeys

of cross courses

on Water

at times rocky

Petrified

Must we go over this

Yes

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Where we are

bears the label

of Spring

Movement, preferably progress, Is

expected


An effort to counter and conquer

unfound/ed (men’s) concerns

of God’s gift as some have said

i attended a women’s history month event

last

weekend


To my surprise

the roster

of reportedly all-female artists

featured a transgender individual

perhaps justifiably mad

albeit self-professed as being

better and prettier than

their mother


One in disagreement

with how they were born

had taken to the stage

forcing the other to bear labels

cast off

O… .


Our Father Which art

shifted the focus from pronouns

to proverbs

like Love

enough to listen through

all the unpacked thoughts

revealing

shared controversy of the room


As a quiet aside

a promoter gave one of the artists

gentlemanly advice

to contact an officer for advocacy

i heard she’d called upon two

one of whom reciprocated

having no record of her previous issue

encouraging that she refresh the case

by choice

She chose to change what she could

speaking and living Life instead


Then this Love

fit the battle

and so many crimes, walls:

~ of legalism

~ of Christian mothers and fathers who left

young br/others for drugs, including religion

~ of them whose li(v)es could bypass

secret parking lots & whatnot

to hold true peace

by faith


That night i dreamed

of a church

pews full of congregants clad

in shackles

orange jail garments

blackened prostitution

unwilling to stay intoxicated

as they had been


The address was overcome

by the overflow of clear tears

and raised hands

in true praise and worship

of The Most High God in Christ

They sang of redemptive release

All things work together

for Your very good


i woke up

refreshed

for the journey

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For Given

We embraced, parting ways

and i continued on my journey

to rest

Some time later

s/he took it upon self

to call continuously questioning

past slights in self-doubting upset

long since alright with me

having had my own struggles

with Love and the seeds thereof

along The Way

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S/he didn’t remember

we’d already reasoned together

the murmuration of personal torment

stirred by spirits

the Savior allowed some

It was not beneficial to pick fight or scab

so i laughed and played

music calmly reminding me

how hard it can be

accepting the freedom, responsibility

elevated gravity

of Being, in Him

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Breathe Again

Art by MaryAlice Barnaby

Sometimes

over time

we misappropriate

the half-lives

of elements’ radioactivity

underestimating their proclivity

for going beyond imaging

to harm


After all

poison & cure are relative(s)

with a shared wardrobe

subject to disparate favor

by intent & dosage


As we examine

the fidelity

of our dates

Ruach writes the abstract

on our hearts


If we just hush

we can hear nuances

of patterns

alleviating the harshness

of tragedy or comedy

before either begins

See spot

Run


Whew!

I breathe so much easier

with Hymn in my Life