Stable and Fixed

Disturbing. Applying the adjective gives it power to disturb. Where nothing has the power to disturb except the Holy One. Everything which can be shaken will be shaken. Everything built by the hand of man, everything built upon the foundations of this world can be shaken and will be shaken down. So what is built upon the Rock will stand.

Hunkering down. Establishing a fresh relationship with the overwhelming stability of God, the utter immovability. It helps to get very low to do that. It helps to put hands, even head down on the ground and feel the stability of God contrasted with the trembling of the earth. Meditating on the complete trustworthiness of our Father.

Pneuma moves in a way which removes even the thought of resting anything physical on her. So how then is she dependable? She is never not there. (No offense meant to those who have trouble with attributing femininity to an aspect of God.) She is never not there. The Word of God is clear that Jesus sent the Spirit of God. No word of a departure. The Spirit has taken up residence within me. There is nowhere to go apart from the Spirit of God. When I look to God Who Is Present, now that is the Spirit of God. Here. Now. Right here. Right now.

Seated in heavenly places. That is where you have placed me. Places made heavenly not by fluffy white clouds, naked baby angels and harp music, but made heavenly, NOW, by your fulfilling your own desire to be very near. Nearer than my breath. You have payed the immeasurable price so that there are no obstacles between us. And so here you are, creating my NOW reality. Thank you. It is your will that in all things I am grateful. And so, give thanks.

honor

What an honor to be able to hear and express what I hear. My Daddy has a place for me at his table, and one for you as well. There is no lack of places, only lack of those who will come, even be carried to the table for lack of ability to approach but no lack of will to approach.

In this world there are few enough invitations. Yet the kingdom of God is all about the invitation. And the acceptance.

There is so much that I am not willing to do, though it is right there. There is so much to do and so little doing needed. Just to stand. Like Ruth said. Praise until you worship. Worship until the Glory falls. Stand in the Glory. Stand in the Glory. What else is on that side of the rent veil Glory. What else is in the wilderness, standing in the embrace of Love. Glory. A bath gets cold. A sun rise becomes full day. A poet's song ends brilliantly. Then there is Glory. Stand in the Glory. Leave when you have to. Stay as long as you can. Glory. Get used to it. It burns up chaff.

Father, I want to be less and less chaffy. Or is it chaffish? Thanks for the Glory you have given us to stand in. And endure your kisses.

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?