Without bondage, how do the free appreciate their freedom?
It almost makes me want to ...
No, I can and must appreciate the bondage. In all things I will give thanks. Even in what I am being walked out of.
Especially when it looks like the littlest thing. I think lots of times the littlest thing is like the tip of what is following. That little thing is not discrete, but is really just the first crossing over we can observe.
So much of my life has been in context to a reference. A human reference and authority. Now that my reference, standard and authority is not human, the habits of human approval can be abandoned.
I made a decision today that is contrary. And of course you know that if I act contrary, that is supposed to make me contrary, and I have been well trained to not be contrary. Today I am going to act contrary, and it is not going to make me anything.
What I am is already set. Thank you, Father.
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Another Friday Night
There is something about the transition into the weekend. Last week it was running up to get the boy. This week sitting over supper with the men of two Baptist congregations. I prefer a transitional event to just going to the house.
Work is such a big thing right now. Every week seems so full, yet there is room to stop and move into a couple of days of rest. Well, at least relative rest. I just spent the last hour on the phone and computer. But they are put away now.
And the weekend is underway. No big plans. Really the best part of these weekends without the lad are the routines of maintaining the livability of the house. Trash run, vacuuming, laundry. There is a rhythm there that is satisfying and much better than sitting. Sitting does have it's place. So does at least a bit of yard work, especially since cooler weather is here. Another transition.
There has been such grace for the trials and challenges of the work week, Father. There has also been genuine emotion, as well, with properly placed expression. At least I think so. Father, I am so certain there is room there, in expression, in safe expression, for further restoration of my soul. There is still so much that gets in the way of full freedom to pour out the love you keep me full of. When I will let you. Thank you. You are the definition of faithful.
Work is such a big thing right now. Every week seems so full, yet there is room to stop and move into a couple of days of rest. Well, at least relative rest. I just spent the last hour on the phone and computer. But they are put away now.
And the weekend is underway. No big plans. Really the best part of these weekends without the lad are the routines of maintaining the livability of the house. Trash run, vacuuming, laundry. There is a rhythm there that is satisfying and much better than sitting. Sitting does have it's place. So does at least a bit of yard work, especially since cooler weather is here. Another transition.
There has been such grace for the trials and challenges of the work week, Father. There has also been genuine emotion, as well, with properly placed expression. At least I think so. Father, I am so certain there is room there, in expression, in safe expression, for further restoration of my soul. There is still so much that gets in the way of full freedom to pour out the love you keep me full of. When I will let you. Thank you. You are the definition of faithful.
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Monday, April 4, 2011
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.
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.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Free
Free.
Free to dance or not.
Free to be loud or not.
Free to agree or not.
Free to believe weird stuff...or not.
Free to say no.
Free to say yes.
Free to say maybe.
Free to be loved and have that be absolutely enough.
Free to be grateful because it is the answer.
Free to live like the child of the King, and treat everyone else like that, too.
Free to feel sorry but not be sorry.
Thanks for my home, Daddy. Thanks for my family.
Free to dance or not.
Free to be loud or not.
Free to agree or not.
Free to believe weird stuff...or not.
Free to say no.
Free to say yes.
Free to say maybe.
Free to be loved and have that be absolutely enough.
Free to be grateful because it is the answer.
Free to live like the child of the King, and treat everyone else like that, too.
Free to feel sorry but not be sorry.
Thanks for my home, Daddy. Thanks for my family.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Control
If only it was possible to control the circumstances. If only it was possible to control the future. If only it was possible to control the fear. If only it was possible to control the pain. If only it was possible to still the voices.
But it is not possible and it is not going to be possible.
If only it was possible to release the circumstances, the future, the fear, the pain, the voices.
It is possible. Come to me, all you that labor and are heavy laden. EVERYTHING can be laid down.
I am around a lot of scared people. Father help me to shine with the light of your liberty. Help me show them that they can be free of that body of death.
Veneer. Show the veneer for what it is.
But it is not possible and it is not going to be possible.
If only it was possible to release the circumstances, the future, the fear, the pain, the voices.
It is possible. Come to me, all you that labor and are heavy laden. EVERYTHING can be laid down.
I am around a lot of scared people. Father help me to shine with the light of your liberty. Help me show them that they can be free of that body of death.
Veneer. Show the veneer for what it is.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Frustration
Frustration just may be part of the landscape.
Nope. Frustration is just a marker that there are expectations that are not founded in the Kingdom. There is a day coming when every circumstance is met with Kingdom Joy. I am just not there yet. There is so much freedom. There is so much to be had in the freedom of Kingdom living. Nothing to do but to walk in it. It is in the book. People of the book and the Spirit can find the door to walking in liberty. Healing is full there. Here. Deliverance is complete. Do you come to the Kingdom for deliverance...or do you get delivered to get to the Kingdom. You have a family right to enter into the most secret place before you are clean. Before you are delivered. You can still have your crippled feet and take your place at the Kings table.
Come on. Take it.
Help me, Father. There is so much to eat and so few at the table.
Nope. Frustration is just a marker that there are expectations that are not founded in the Kingdom. There is a day coming when every circumstance is met with Kingdom Joy. I am just not there yet. There is so much freedom. There is so much to be had in the freedom of Kingdom living. Nothing to do but to walk in it. It is in the book. People of the book and the Spirit can find the door to walking in liberty. Healing is full there. Here. Deliverance is complete. Do you come to the Kingdom for deliverance...or do you get delivered to get to the Kingdom. You have a family right to enter into the most secret place before you are clean. Before you are delivered. You can still have your crippled feet and take your place at the Kings table.
Come on. Take it.
Help me, Father. There is so much to eat and so few at the table.
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