A Quiet Saturday Morning

I really like my quiet Saturday mornings, especially the ones when my boy is with me. He is the best 14 year old there is. I really see the fruit of trusting God with him. I am still constantly tempted to fret about him. That will probably pass when....?

I just finished reading a facebook comment by Shawn Bolz on recent prophetic utterances by Bob Jones and Rick Joyner.

It gave me an interesting measurement of where the place is that I am standing. It is not so much standing as leaning. and I am pretty sure I would be leaning there for my strength, no matter where my body was residing. and all that matters is where I am leaning.

How can I live like that? I am seeing it real. I saw it in how I presented the material to the crew yesterday morning. It is fearlessness. I was not fearless, but each challenge makes way for me to lean harder on the arm of my Beloved. Each time I trust Father, I am less inclined to make the mistake of doing anything to self medicate or self rescue. Wherever I am supposed to be, that is where I am.

How can beacons be on the move?

The One Constant is Change

Wrong. The one constant is Christ. The only needed constant is Christ. Every other thing is on its way elsewhere. Back to the ashes and dust from which it was made. There is one thing that can be leaned on without fail: Christ. There is one unshifting anchor for the body, soul and spirit: Christ. There is one arm of one Beloved upon which the church can and must lean: The arm of Christ.

Thanks for the fruit tonight, Daddy. I got the chance to see and know. Thank you. Have mercy on us when we go to Egypt. Thank you that you made your church for us all to be a part of. Help us each day to find our part in the body of Christ.

Hallel

The only point of value in living is how the living shows up the dying inside. There seems to be not limit to the death in there. The only counter-thrill is the subsequent discovery of how much life there is in there. The life of Christ is more than enough for all of that junk.

And while being with people gives me a chance to let some of the junk out on them, it also gives the life in me a chance get out on them, too.

Ah. There is a limit to the death in there, but there is no limit to the life in there.

This season seems very hidden, and in a way, it is. There is a habit of leaning that is still not fully formed. I am going to be released, but not until I have learned to stay.

State of the Union

The Union is Wonderful. The Union is Strong. The Union is unshakeable. The Union is full of Peace. The Union can weather any storm. The Union is the very reason for any real Hope.

The Union of the Bridegroom and His Bride is a done deal. The Price has been paid. The Union of Christ and His Church is in place.

I talked with the Bride today. She is at rest in the arms of Her Beloved. She is not worried or concerned. She is not distracted from her Holy Husband, by anything happening around Her. The Bride of Christ is very grateful.

I talked with the Bridegroom today. He can not keep his eyes off of Her. He is delighted with His Bride. He loves to here her voice in the morning when she speaks his Name and pauses to listen for His reply. He is delighted with the way she is willing to sit in His peace and quiet to hear him, and at the same time wants so much to be up in the middle of the music dancing for Him.

The Union is Good. When I see the Bride resting Her head on the breast of her Beloved, with no other need and no desire to go anywhere, the Union is good. When I see that and know that the Lamb has received the reward of His sufferings, the Union is Good. Very Good.

Father, thank You for The Union.

Delight yourself also in the LORD: and he shall give you the desires of your heart.

Delight yourself also in the LORD: and he shall give you the desires of your heart.

For a long time I have thought about the two ways of reading that last clause. In the Word of Faith church, where I heard it first, it was about getting stuff. At least to a certain extent. Depended on who you were listening to. Made sense in that context, too. God loves me and gives me the things that I desire.

The other thought has been that, while I am in the process of delighting myself in the Lord, He will be in the process of giving me desires.

So lately, as the essential core of this walk in the Holy Wild, leaning on Christ, delighting myself with being with Him, practicing faith by clinging to my King, goes on, He has been teaching me to desire new things.

I know that I am a social guy, but for several months, Father has been showing me that He wants me to sit in public and drink coffee. There is no reason to expect that it is not about prayer, that I am not there to pray. I also suspect that it affords the opportunity, as well, to relate and to pour out Gods Love.

Did it today. There was a brand new kind of YES as a consequence, a fresh vision, like I got new eyes, and maybe new ears. Very Good.

Father, thank You for being available to delight myself in. Thank You for the rent curtain.

Bushed

That's what my Dad called it. Tuckered. Tarred is what they say here, to mean tired.

So much grace today. Not the favor I could probably ask for every day, but so much grace. Just marveling and marveling at the ease of functioning here.

The holes in my soul still take the energy out of me. Work circumstances were hard today in a way that involves my soul, particularly my emotions, more than it involves my mind working. When I was done, I was really ready to leave. I was not sleepy tired, but I wanted comfort food and "easy." Now that I am home with a full tummy, I want to sleep. It is probably reasonable, but it is clear that there are big booboos that need to be left under the balm. I miss the mark so much, yet each day is clearly closer to being on track and on target.

Really nothing to do but trust and lean and cling and rest. and listen and talk. This life is working like no other ever has. Glory to God. Glory to God. Glory to God.

Father, help the prayer wall people to know the truth of your love, the steadfastness of your love, the trustworthiness of your love, to be rooted and grounded in who You are, according to your word. Forgive my pride, some more.