PrayerLog, PraLog, Prog

There are millions of people with blogs. Of them, there are hundreds of blogs that have significant numbers of readers who keep coming back. Those blogs are an influential force in society that did not even exist a short time ago.

I keep looking at the comments and stats. I really want people to discover this blog. I want referral to take it to where lots of people read it and come back regularly because it makes a difference. Maybe that is the fruit, from yesterday's post.

So the fruit will come, but it does not need tending.

That is the answer, then. Anchor and Adoration. The pursuit of Christ and the constant guidance of Christ set the entire journey. Walking in utter darkness if necessary, but walking in pursuit of Christian intimacy, with unhesitating guidance guaranteed for each step. And the journey stays on course, and the journey maintains headway.

Is knowing that the journey is on course and maintaining headway enough? Yup. On faith. Time now to go in the experience. Hold my hand, Daddy.

Buzzed Living is Drunk Living

On the other side of abandon is a life of wonder. The thing I like best is the "Yes" of God. The best way I can describe this is to ask you to imagine what it would be like if the God who loves you perfectly, and is the very fountain of life, tells you that He approves of you by wrapping you entirely in the splendor of His Love and kisses you on the top of your head. The effect of this embrace directly effects your nervous system and breaks down obstacles to the flow of information, sensation and ideation. You KNOW that you are alive, and you like it!

I like Yes. It makes the NO of God very tolerable. The embrace of Love changes everything. Father, thank You for loving me.

I Love This Time

Thought this morning about going to twice a day posting; one in the morning and one at night. I love this time. Some times I get so lost in love that I remember that I am not here in the Holy Wild so I can write about it, but I am here so I can be with my Father. So I can lean on the arm of my Beloved.

There is such life in Holy Surrender. Maybe I can plan to write twice or more daily, but I am not sure it is possible. Just sitting here with the Spirit of God makes it difficult to write.

All of me that wants to write anything for the writing or the being read gets strained out, as the center of me that adores Christ passes through the veil. I get to sit here in the presence of God, and then what gets written has less of me in it.

I am learning that what is disabled in the Presence is the flesh that can not go any further. What I find of me beyond those moments of fuzzbuzz is what has been purified. In the nineties I used to cling to the God-buzz. Now it is time to be grateful for it, and move on through the filter.

There is no room for my flesh in the garden. It just draws flies. Thank you Father for drawing me. Thank you for satisfying me. Thank you for being the Truth