… .

Ever really consider
how well we know
what we thought we knew

How common the man-made laws
of sneezes kneejerking “bless you”
“Happy Birthday”
terms of baes & boos
99% of the other
modern-day posturing we do
like insecurities with the hands we’re dealt
focusing instead on making a point away
from prayer or that which is truly Biblical

The way we sample and remix
our favorite parts of Holy Word
you’d think one of us were
responsible for writing
The Song.

One day
I sought new ones to share
with new ears
among today’s brightest and best

The charts were soaked
by melodic tears that persisted
in tales of (anybody else) being bad
at love, life, sobriety, unearned Grace…
everything

Forget Redeemed sinners like me
if you will
God Has Not, Cannot, Shall Never

Still, I see how it can be
disheartening to some
that
the enemy can convince
who would claim elect pedigree

The absence of visible chains
on humble clothing, at that
or ears that ring without reason
aren’t even
the slightest proof
that we aren’t flooded with ice
all the same

Inspiration and Interpretation are Facilitated
by The Holy Spirit or not at all
He Informs
He Warns
Luckily, True Love is not only performing
but a warming Art
beloved brother, sister
regardless of the world view
being skewed

His Law and His paradox Are Perfect
and His Prevention Is Abundant Blessing
Accept, then, that Full Power
of its understanding or undoing are His alone
#sorrynotsorry

P.S. Alms are made
however generously
with discretion

Just
as fearfully
wonderfully
cheerfully
altogether lovely
as we’re Born…again and…

The nutritious solitude
of a mother’s core
is the daily news page
upon which Creation Is Written
according to The Most High

Sure as you live
someone out there has
desired/guessed/spoken for or against your being
since their own cord was cut
So what

Even for their good
now unto Him
I give all cares and anxiety
choosing The Best Part—The Blood.

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How He Move

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I love The Way
Man’s fear is not the admission
price for Salvation
but Jesus’ Blood Is

Pure despite ingrafting
More indelible than the deepest stain
Iron-rich in Compassion for the poor
yet free every go-round

The Son Has It
so a new thing Shall all-ways Spring
We learn and teach patience in the process
of growing up
and/or
deeper, hopefully, in Him
After all
even Earth’s burial grounds are The LORD’s
The fullness thereof, Given

One weak…
I saw two surrender to longsuffering
while countless others cried and cursed
in and out of character
for more expensive, less effective medicine

It can’t be easy
to battle addiction, demons
yet embrace The Most High
with equal and opposite fervor to an enemy who somehow enters quiet, secure rooms
daily swept clean
Cameras can’t detect them
They never sign in

Invisible to the worldly eye
fallen angels strive to keep the vulnerable
company provoking them to misery
through escalated depths
of visual, auditory noise
desperate to confuse
those who would hear The Master’s Voice

If the comfortable Christian would also count those persecutions they know nothing of as reason to praise God
the joy might feed reverence that feeds humility that feeds masses to move mountains by faith alone
No pyramid schemes, but a Great GOD thing

Some must first plead guilty for an impromptu visit with the team
We watch torment travel throughout the unit
finding it difficult to stay
Though He Shows up differently
for you and me
Jesus’ Sovereignty, then, Is identical now and all-ways
I have no doubt
some of us plead
paperless Coverage of that same Blood
to start the day…

Night…

Shift, whatever it is.

Pass over
the murderer
the sex offender
the cutter•spitter•fighter…
and go your own way, Sheol
This circle is no incubator for the father (or offspring) of lies
Even the eldest’s wrinkles are now boundary lines in Christ
reading “DO NOT. CROSS!”

The peripheral eye witnesses
those alive in peace
prepared to protect me
I’m not designed to blush, but smile readily
inside
A quick salute is seen once
I return to duty

Figure eight-wise, figuratively foreign wives have taken eyes captive relative to The Bride of Christ for a long time.
Even the fairest and wisest of men once exchanged Truth for a talisman.
How the trappings of modern Life and privilege pave ways to sin!
With God’s Time and Purpose, a sound mind may return after genuine repentance from lessons learned.

As much as I have failed self & others in varied areas
The Holy Spirit Cannot
so I’m happy to follow His Lead
no longer rushing ahead without Him

Silent groans aside
I must say that I’m amazed
how He Moves right
into every place we didn’t
even know we need(ed)

A Cleansing
Breath of fresh air
or Anointing
with refining Fire
where wrong tried its best to have the last word

It’s ok…and an honor to finally trust
The Advocate > accuser
Comforter > competitor
Teacher > traitor
Friendship > folly or having to force another into faith

My Companion…

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.

B*tter

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.

Class, Room

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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

understand

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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

70x


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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