Thursday, January 27, 2011

Reflections on the Father - Chloë

Reflections on the Father

As I sat before my Father, I was reminded of a vision I had in worship on two different occasions. The following are from my journal entries:


I closed my eyes and saw a baby sleeping in its Father’s arms, completely sinking into him, collapsed, at peace, so trusting…in an absolute state of complete rest and comfort, completely limp in his Father’s arms, utterly folded into Him.


In worship I saw the baby in his Father’s arms again. And though I didn’t see the face of the One holding it, I sensed Him looking over at the baby, checking, watching it sleep, then smiling, perhaps even laughing.

Then I saw all my disappointment, rejection, and hurt – I offered it to Him; it came out of me like liquid falling heavy to the floor beneath me, becoming solid and glossy like marble. Then these huge drops, like giant tears, came and fell on the floor, making it liquid again and it all poured toward this drain in the floor and down the drain until it was gone. Then I held out my hands and said, “All the love I have, I offer to You.” And it poured out of me like liquid – out of my chest, into my hands and it went upward and poured down like rain. And I stood there in this room as my love for Him poured down on me.

(back to the present)

The kind of trust and peace and security that the baby felt in the arms of its Father and the great love the Father had for His child, that’s my relationship with my Father – the deeper I rest in Him and lean into Him, the more He releases me from my fears and insecurity and the freer my heart is to love Him. And He rains that love back down on me.

I’m thankful God’s the only Father I’ve known in that way.

An aim toward apostolic arrangement

arranged for presence

When everything had been arranged like this...” Heb 9:6. God gave Moses specific instruction to build a place where His presence could dwell and live among His people. In His sovereign wisdom, He prescribed the arrangement and established the process to bring it to fulfillment. Prior to the specific arrangement of the tabernacle furnishings the glory could not rest because the work was not finished.

Then the cloud covered the tent of meeting, and the glory of the LORD filled the tabernacle. Moses was not able to enter the tent of meeting because the cloud had settled on it, and the glory of the LORD filled the tabernacle. Throughout all their journeys whenever the cloud was taken up from over the tabernacle, the sons of Israel would set out; but if the cloud was not taken up, then they did not set out until the day when it was taken up. For throughout all their journeys, the cloud of the LORD was on the tabernacle by day, and there was fire in it by night, in the sight of all the house of Israel. Ex. 40:34-38

Having the tabernacle, or house, arranged and in order creates a context for blessing. God could now fill and occupy the completed arrangement. Through obedience he entered into a finished work (a rest). Moses did everything as the Lord had commanded him. In Ex. 40:33 the last statement tells us, “and so Moses finished the work.” Similar language is mention in Hebrews. “...and on the seventh day God rested from all his work. Heb.4:4 His resting from what he had arranged was the result of the finished work. God, in his six days of arranging creation, set an order in motion. The stage was set, the table was laid.

a new order

Now we are the tabernacle, the house, God wants to rest upon. Just as the pillar of cloud by day and pillar of fire by night rested on the finished arrangement of the tabernacle, even so Jesus, who is the Apostle and High Priest of our faith, declared it is finished.

John 19:30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, "It is finished." With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

That Spirit has now settled on the heads of living tabernacles! "They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them." Acts 2:3 That "resting" of fire on the heads of obedient followers signified His accomplished work. He set another stage of creation in order--the birth of the Spirit people.

the way is opened

Remember the regulations for worship in the old covenant? "When everything had been arranged like this", the priest entered and worship could now happen. Worship involving sacrifices, but now a heavenly arrangement of a perfect sacrifice gave the forgiven people of the earth the right to become sons of God. Christ obtain eternal redemption, through the eternal Spirit, by offering himself as a sacrifice once and for all through the shedding of His blood. The way into the Most Holy Place was now opened. Worship could now happen in Spirit and truth, not to perform sacrifice, but to celebrate with thanksgiving for the sacrifice set them free from the old system of powerless animal blood and sin. With the conscience of the worshiper now cleansed from the guilt of sin, he can serve the living God.

time for rearranging

The arrangement of the current Christian culture doesn't have the capacity or enough runway to adequately illustrate the face of Christ in the church. We need to have a rearranging of our spiritual values our actions and words to create the culture of the kingdom. Unfortunately, we have depicted an image of God to the world by our current arrangement that's not in sync with heaven's image. It's time to put the puzzle on the table, set aside the old order, and properly arrange the pieces the way He has prescribed it. Then the face of Christ will be revealed to the world through us: His Bride. Without an apostolic arrangement our meetings, services and worship at times remain earth bound; we fail to enter into the Most Holy Place. Much of what we do is "shadow" practice. We practice setting the table over and over again, but never sit down to have the purpose of the arrangement. The meal of His Presence.

Hebrews 10:8 First he said, “Sacrifices and offerings, burnt offerings and sin offerings you did not desire, nor were you pleased with them” (although the law required them to be made). Then he said, “Here I am, I have come to do your will.” He sets aside the first to establish the second. And by that will, we have been made holy through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.

We don't have a framework for the reality that is here now. The Son says, "Here I am." Quite frankly that scares us and we would rather set the tables than sit down and communion with the King. We miss the bottom line which is Christ and eternity. We want the blessing on earth because that is as far as our range of vision can see. The current arrangement in most churches lacks the framework to hold to the set of values defined by the apostles. The last verse in Hebrews 9 tells us of Christ's return a second time to bring salvation to those who are waiting for Him. There is a lot of values and life to be expressed in that phrase “waiting for Him.”

Monday, January 24, 2011

Our Father Who Art In Heaven.


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Sufficiency for Supremacy

Sufficiency is defined as: the state or fact of being sufficient; adequacy. Although it can also be defined as: Adequate provision or supply, esp. of wealth.

The Psalmist in the book of Psalms 37:4 pens, "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart"

We must be able to connect with the sufficiency of Jesus for our lives before we will be able to submit to the supremacy of Jesus in our lives.

We live in a world that identifies people with the accumulation of possessions...the prestige of positions...the ability to hold influence with or power over certain crowds of people...

When we allow ourselves to live in such a way it becomes extremely difficult to submit to the supremacy of Jesus in our lives because we have found value in other sources than that of the person of Jesus. This is not to say at all that you can't be submitted to Jesus and have these things, however, when you are able to find, like the definition states, an adequate provision or supply of all that you need in this life in the person of Jesus it becomes irrelevant the things that this life may have attached to you that you used to find value or substance in.

John Calvin said “The human heart is a factory of idols...Everyone of us is, from his mother’s womb, expert in inventing idols.”

To truly delight yourself in the Lord means to prioritize the person of Jesus and intimacy with him above all else that this life and world may attempt to offer to take that place in our hearts!

Until you find that Jesus is enough, you will not be willing to separate yourself from the people, places and possessions in your life that have become an idol in your heart...but when Jesus becomes enough you can declare like Frances J. Crosby, the hymn writer of old, "Take the world, but give me Jesus!"


Sunday, January 23, 2011

A Child's Delight.

After an incredible meeting with the KP (King's People) Thursday night via internet, we spent some time worshiping The King with our Salmon house group via face-to-face.

I was playing an older song, which I normally don't do...but this song keeps rocking my universe. It goes like this:

To Him who sits on the throne

And unto the Lamb
To Him who sits on the throne
And unto the Lamb
Be blessing and glory
And honor and power forever
Be blessing and glory
And honor and power forever
(W&M Debbye Graafsma)

As we were singing, Michael was holding Rael, and she was cooing and making beautiful, baby babbling sounds, which I am convinced was in her spirit language. And as we kept singing it grew into a baby song. A spontaneous, perfect little spirit song. When we started singing "Be blessing and glory and honor and power forever..." she was screeching with delight! Bright eyes, huge smile, laughing and screeching and singing. And I couldn't help but laugh with her. And wonder.

What was she seeing? What did she hear? What had captured her attention and swept her up with joy? Or, Who....

And I realized how often somber we are when we worship, when we pray. How often we lose the element of delight in our intensity.

No wonder Jesus, "full of joy through the Holy Spirit" said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to
little children. Yes, Father, for this is what you were pleased to do." (Luke 10:21)

Zephaniah 3:17 says that our Father sings over us in pure delight:

The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” This alone is cause for absolutely ardent, abandoned praise.

When the season calls for intercession, deep passion, or war, I want to stand up in my spirit and wield that sword. But when I come to my Father in worship, I want to freely pour out my love the way Rael did.

Thanks for the reminder, baby girl.

Mark 10:15
"Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”


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Friday, January 21, 2011

Christ the Lord, the Savior, the Sacrifice

He trod the winepress—the curses of the Law, the judgments of God—and from it poured a river of foam bloodier than Pharaoh’s nile, than deuteronomic plagues.

And all that river he drank. From that cup—from the rim to its dregs as potent as any poison: all poisons, all violence. So acrid it seeped out his pores in drops of red—this Being who forged himself in flesh, that had from heaven, caged himself in ribs and shackled himself to the bones of a human form was Life sentenced to death without reprieve.

And there in the wilderness that the children of men had made of paradise he waited. Thirty years till on the horizon a streak of smoke. The caw of black birds and jostle of vultures. War and plague and pestilence came: The Enemy, the ever famished, the hollow one never filled.

Heaven, where all that was not praise was worship, went silent. As the son of God/Man let himself be swallowed whole. Let his grave be dug sixfeet deep and wide enough for a carpenter with broad shoulders.

But there, at the heart of death—where the bones of men lay broken, where the hair of women hang grey and lank in dusty silence—He the Vessel Broken, He the Punisher and Punished, poured out all the stored up wrath of God in a tide so fierce universes on their axis shuddered.

All that Death would die.

And with his Victor’s smile began time’s unmaking. And with his wisdom made heaven and earth new again.


Thursday, January 20, 2011

Song (in progress) – Chloë

Song (in progress)

Because You are my Lord

I will bow down

Because you are my King

I’ll throw my crown

Down at Your feet

I lay me down

And offer all I am

You are my King

My heart is for You

First and Last

Breadth and Depth

Light within light

Source of all life

Wrapped in Weakness

A King in rags

Atonement offered

Risen Lord

Victory gained

Foundation laid

Clothed in glory

King of all kings

Desire of my heart

Longing of my soul

To know You better

My reward

Jesus Is Lord

The Lordship of Christ is not just a creed, not just a cute little phrase to tack onto the end of a lull.  What are the implications of these words for my life?  What does it mean that Jesus is Lord?  What is the significance of this truth?
If He is Lord, who, therefore am I?  I am his subject.  I am his servant.  I am his steward.   And yet, at the same time, He has made me a co-heir with him.
I bow.  I confess. I give him precedence in all things.  I honor.  I worship.
When the disciples encountered his authority over nature, they cried out in amazement - who IS this man?  And Peter begged him - depart from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man.  
Everywhere Jesus went he changed the equation.  And yet he did not rule by force.  The One Being in all the universe truly deserving the service of mankind came instead declaring: I did not come to be served, but to serve...
Meekness and majesty.  
God in humility.
The King becomes a servant, thereby empowering his subjects and giving them a life they never could have obtained without him.  
His Lordship is a quality he possesses with or without the acknowledgement of humans.   He doesn't need us to recognize him as such for it to be so.  He is secure in being who he is.  If we submit to him as Lord, then we ourselves benefit.  But even if we don't, he won't force himself upon us.  He'll just go on being the Lord until the Day of reckoning.  Then, on that Day, the acknowledgment of his Lordship will come from each one who has borrowed breath from him, but the benefits will no longer be available.  
I choose to bow now.

~ Jeana

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Mystery & Majesty.

Mysterious Majesty
Serving King

Joyful Mourner
Suffering Sovereign
Humble Ruler
Slain Standing
Man God

The dusty, traveled stranger drew more attention than the common passer-by. Head high, shoulders strong, commanding, even filling, the very air around him. What was so different, so...attractive, about this bedraggled, wandering Jew?

Rumor had preceded the small band of men. Preparation had been made. Sometimes, it was said, he traveled with a hundred. Sometimes thousands followed him. Today, it was only twelve. Twelve ordinary men.

The merchants were slightly disappointed. Still...there was something there. Something worth watching. Worth waiting for.

Whispers. Sideways glances. Really, what could be so amazing? Granted, there was a certain fire in his eyes. A gentle command in his voice. Never demanding, but...well, you wouldn't for a minute disobey! His smile, his laugh...contagious.

And then, as if he had only one objective, he strode straight into the center of the village. His men made place for him to sit. And he started to teach. That was all. Like a rabbi, a teacher of the law, he began to explain the Torah. His men listened, enraptured. Curiosity drew a small crowd. And then, as word spread, the crowd grew. As many as could squeeze into the small courtyard did, and the rest hung out of windows, or leaned over rooftops.

Riveting. This man, this dirty stranger, with no pretense or fanfare, spoke of the mysteries of Heaven like he had been there himself. With the wisdom of the elders he explained the Prophets, and how the very words of the Torah had been woven together to lead straight to this very moment!

Could it be? No...he couldn't possibly be suggesting....

And then suddenly a scream! A man toward the front was shouting something unintelligible. It was Shlomo, the town "lunatic"! Frothing at the mouth, his face contorted, his eyes wild, he rushed at the teacher who stood up with an air of...ownership. Looking straight at the deranged man, and with a voice of complete control, he said, "Get out of him."

That was it! Nothing more. Poor Shlomo fell to the ground as if he were dead. The silence was palpable. And then the teacher gently bent down and whispered something in Shlomo's ear. Slowly, both stood up, the teacher's arms around Shlomo's shoulders.

The collective gasp seemed to suck all the air out of the sky, leaving everyone's skin tingling, the hair on their heads standing straight up. Matthias looked...normal. He smiled a smile that contained all the gratitude and admiration a man could possess. And then he sat down next to this...what was his name? Wasn't it Yeshua? Such a common name. A common-looking stranger.
And then, one by one, a lame man here, a sick woman there, a mother with her child, came pressing up toward this man of authority. His hands, his gentle touch, crackled with a power that none had ever seen. His men stood up in a protective circle, just in time for a mad rush of desperate, dirty, sick and dying.

What a time! As the sun bathed dusty foothills in brilliant shades of rose and tangerine, a calm settled over the tiny, transformed town. A few children darted here and there, laughing drifted down alleyways. Most sat around discussing how this young Jewish man had altered their lives forever.

Who would have known? Who could have foreseen the unearthly power that would flow effortlessly from his hands. Who would have guessed at the life-giving words that he would speak. In a single afternoon, the impossible had now become possible. This man, this teacher, this...less than ordinary traveler would turn out to be...

The Messiah.

Philippians 2
3 Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; 4 do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.

5 Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, 6 who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, 7 but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men.

8 Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.

9 For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, 10 so that at the name of Jesus EVERY KNEE WILL BOW, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11 and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.


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He's the Wild One - Chloë

January 10, 2011 - Chloë

He’s the Wild One

Dream - Waves

Last night I dreamt that David and I traveled somewhere to see these wild waves. When we arrived at the beach and saw the waves, we realized they were much wilder than we had anticipated—and we knew “we can’t play in those waves.” They were wild and beautiful and so was the sky over them. (I really wanted to get in the water but knew I couldn’t).

Then from out of the water there arose a giant waterspout—this thing seemed alive. Aware. It came toward land and seemed as if it was going to go in a direction opposite us, then changed its mind and came right at us. We ran for shelter and only got a little wet—(while we were in the shelter I said to David and the others “Man, that thing had eyes!” meaning, I sensed its consciousness. The others didn’t understand what I was saying so I figured I’d seen something in the spirit about its nature that they hadn’t.)

We came back out onto the road and the waves were even wilder than before. I took out my camera to try and capture it, but before I could, the waves rose up, and we had to take shelter again.

This time shelter was harder to come by and we had to go further inland (we got more wet than before). We found a building, large like a garage, but built poorly like an old shack, and the roof leaked in on us. We knocked on a door, trying to get those inside to let us come into their better-protected space. A man answered the door with a gun and said, “You can’t come in here; people are killing each other out there trying to find shelter.”

We went back out to the road. The sky and waves were even fiercer than before. Again, I tried to photograph it, but like before, the waves again swelled up and were coming right at us. We were forced to run for shelter. We got soaked as we ran.

This time we found a little guardhouse. A man (the guard), huddled in the corner with a gun, told us we weren’t allowed there. We told him we had no choice and went in anyway. He didn’t seem to mind.

There was an opening over his head, and I looked out and saw the waves and sky. I reached for my iPhone to take a video of it, but the sun (which hadn't been present before) shone in my eyes and I was forced to look away so I wouldn’t go blind (the window had no glass and the wind was blowing so violently I couldn’t hold my iPhone steadily anyway. I couldn’t even keep my hands raised).

When I could finally look out the opening without fear of blinding, I saw the moon and planets skimming over the waves, and I wondered if it was the end of the world or some fulfillment of prophecy. Then we heard Bob’s voice saying, “The Teachers you had expected to find, aren’t here. They heard that the storm was coming and left before it came.”

The next thing I knew, we were floating in the water, bobbing up and down—but not violently (or gently). I saw the statue of liberty floating by. We heard random news reports about this ‘record breaking storm,' that was happening before our eyes.

Next I knew, I found myself inside a boat, leaning against the wall. To the person next to me I was quoting the scripture “all His breakers and waves have rolled over me.” I tried to explain the depths of God and the awesomeness of his majesty and how it related to what had just happened, but he didn’t understand and started quoting other scriptures to me that had nothing to do with it, so I just leaned back and contemplated the greatness of God.

Thinking about the dream…

He is wild and beautiful, a bit fearful in and AWEsome way. So strong and powerful and beyond our control—whether He’s crashing over us—taking us to richer depths with Him—unknown places—unseen glory in Him—or whether He’s carrying us as we float in His grace.

His depths are unfathomable—I could search forever and always find there’s more—so much more. From Him I could drink forever and at once be both utterly satisfied and thirstier than humanly possible. He is everything—all good, all wonder, all beauty—He’s all of it. He is both my rest and my restlessness.

on God - David

Who exists in all times, on all planes

Feels the pulse of wing and wind as geese migrate on their northern southern circuit

Resides in the depths of atlantic trenches where fish swim bone blind and cold

But the dark is not dark to him and the cold current ranges round him warm like a song

He is the alchemist in whose being all extremes reconcile

Past, future, all points east and west become in his hand brothers, sisters, lead from gold

He is the contest

And the prize

The conquest and peace

The pacifist, who weaponless, wages war and wins

The warrior, who armed, lays down his sword and dies.

He is the youth so pure in wisdom his hair bleaches itself white as a sign for all the foolish to see

So ancient his footsteps can only be measured in the lifespan of the stone upon which he walked.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Majesty Worship His Majesty.
"From him and through him and to him are all things," His majesty.
He is the Author, Sustainer, Perfecter. He is the constant I AM.

Every idea of royalty, kings and kingdoms, thrones and powers and majesty all derive their existence from Him.
The mystery, in a word, in a Name, in a Man. Jesus. He is the mystery of Majesty revealed in Us. Christ in you the hope of Glory.

On earth His majesty was enshrouded in mystery, only those with eyes to see, saw His glory. Faith gave access to these child-like worshipers to see the kingdom where his majesty, glory, kingdom is outright revealed.

I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden lampstands,
and among the lampstands was someone “like a son of man,”dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.

The kingdom of heaven is like a grain of muster seed, which a man took and planted in His field.
Though it is the smallest of all your seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch in its branches."

His majesty grows in your hearts as we look into the mystery of this marvelous relationship.

Majesty Worship His Majesty!
more to come...


This is just the beginning.  The name is only committed to the blog.  It does not implicate our work, only our blog.  I liked it, so I used it.

Here we can post our thoughts, reflections, inspirations, and encouragements.
Here we can spur one another on to good works.
Here we can open each other's eyes to a truth that was there all along,
but needed another Body member to uncover it.

I look forward to this journey with each of you.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


The Supremacy of Jesus.
The Divine Ultimate Ruler, Master, King, Majesty, Creator, Author, Builder, Designer. The Most High

Consider the Revelation of Jesus: The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being... God defines Himself as He really is. I AM...
That's all you get, that's all you need. It will take eternity to un-pack His Self proclaimed identity. YHWH, YHWH God, compassionate, gracious, long-suffering and great in goodness.

How do we come into (and bring others) into a paradigm that contains the only identity of God that demands our worship and complete devotion, a compulsion initiated by love to throw ourselves into a relationship with the God who alone possess the exclusive right to define and reveal Himself?

Who else has the wisdom of the ages, eternity to reveal who God truly is, save God Himself?

God alone possess sole authority and power to reveal Himself as He truly is.
It requires a Community to reveal God.
A Father, Son, and Spirit.
Enter the Bride...
And the two shall become one flesh.

"Let there be Light!"
Light is revelation;
Jesus is the light which was to come into the world.
That Light was sent.
In your light we see light.

The unfolding of your word, brings light, it gives understanding to the simple.
His intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms. A church, a people possessed with God maintain the responsibility to express the characteristics of the Spirit that dwells in them. We reflect God's true identity as we enter into relationship with God as the Father, the Son, and the Spirit.
Nations will come to your light and kings to the brightness of your dawn.

Light has drawing power. Jesus said, "If I be lifted up I will draw all men to myself." A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. A lamp is put on a stand and gives light to everyone in the house. He let his light shine before men, we have seen His good deeds and give Praise to the Father.

When we shine with the Radiance of His Face, that is the paradigm which will result in men seeing our good deeds and praising God. Some will step back into the darkness, afraid of the light. Both are a response or reaction to the revelation of God as God.


God as God.

I want to be captivated by Your Beauty
Letting Your fiery eyes consume me
Dwelling in the midst of all Your Glory
This one thing I seek
Nina Landis
God as God
God is God
God is Good

God's very essence, His nature, His being is good. Goodness. Right Just Holy Perfect.
He has revealed Himself in all His goodness to all the world, and yet, this is NOT how our unassisted human hearts or the world choose to define Him.

The question. The one question that gives God a bum rap.
"If God is good, why..."
Why pain Why death Why disease Why wickedness?
Why would God allow, and even create, evil?

To understand God as good, it must be understood that everything He created He called "good". Without sin. Without corruption.

Sin = corruption. Breeds it. Releases it.

Yet, when evil happens, God is still good.
His nature does not change.
Wicked Painful Hurtful Hateful - this does not negate the always-good-ness of God.
His Supremacy.
Ascendancy Dominance Preeminence Sovereignty.

Unassisted hearts blame God for suffering. The world insists on defining Him as other than He really is. As having created a flaw. Imperfection. As having created sin. As being flawed.

GOOD noun Definition of GOOD a : something that is good b (1) : something conforming to the moral order of the universe (2) : praiseworthy character : goodness

God is good. He cannot change who He is. Perfection is what He does. Every breath. Every motion. Every creation. Every purpose. He is Fire Lighting Thunder.
And there is always more. A deeper understanding. A further revelation. Forever. And Ever. And Ever. Never an end. Never a finale. No period.

Language falls so short.

It is always always always God's desire to heal, deliver, fill, pour-out-into.
The Kingdom is always His goal.
Justice and Mercy.

Is what pours out of revelation.
What our assisted hearts can now give, when we truly see. Finally know. Beyond our imaginations. Deeper than our limitations.
When we see.
When He is revealed.

Crafted Prayer:

Father, we declare that You are the Only God, and you You are SUPREME. You are completely Good. You have given Your Son, Jesus, the Name that is above every name, and at that Name every knee will bow. You have given Your Great and Holy Spirit to us, and by Him You are revealed.

Father, we treasure the revelation of You as God. Unassisted, even our greatest imaginations of You are limited at best, and affected by our weak and easily swayed hearts. Define Yourself to us, Father. Not in a limiting way, but instead, cause our heats to always search deeper and higher further for more of You.

Crush every false idea of who You are, and shine Your cleansing light onto every fear, doubt and disappointment that has tried to define You as other than who You really are.


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