Celebration

Celebration has been misappropriated.  Like nearly everything else.

Celebration is a holy thing that is by and for God.  It is just so easy to celebrate, that it quickly becomes by and for others.

I can not take celebration back.  Like the pastor's wife who wanted to take back the rainbow.

I can celebrate the Kingdom Now.  I can celebrate the majesty of God in me and around me.  I can celebrate the brideishness to be seen.  I can celebrate the victories won out of love, in the midst of the battlefield.

I can celebrate my Father who persists in loving me.  I can celebrate the family in which I have been set.  I can celebrate the oil of joy saturating me and making me functional in the Kingdom.

I celebrate You, Daddy.

Wow!

I heard a testimony today. I think I have been making room for the testimony, while Dad has been doing the work. The testifier really needed to hear the testimony. It made the miracle even more real. It was wonderful to have nothing to do but celebrate.

The goodness of God, alive in the real practical life of a human. Who decides to trust an unseen God.

So, Father, thank you. Thank you for a testimony of your great grace. I love your grace. I love to see your grace knocking down prison walls. My walls knocked down is very very good. Getting to witness the rubble and dust of someone else's...wow. Thank you.