This beauty that houses the Lord.

I used the word, "vision."
And I felt so stupid.
I felt like some wacko who believes aliens are walking among us and going to take over the world.

Like I see and talk to ghosts.
Like I was describing a foreign concept.
Like I was pressured to describe it differently;
Downplay how powerful and real my experience was;
Downplay how significant the object of your question is to me.
Why?
Because I'm afraid.
Afraid of what I'll look like.
Afraid of how others will see me.
Afraid of what they'll think.
Afraid they won't understand.
Afraid I'll be misunderstood.
Afraid I'll be identified as a Christian;
which means I'll be identified as a judgmental, bible pushing Jesus freak.
That's not me.
I love Jesus.
But it's real; raw; genuine.
It's beautiful.
It's different.
It's new.
It's not weird; it's beautiful.
I don't want to be misunderstood.
But I can't keep risking shutting up what's inside of me;
Cutting off a world that is so desparately hungry.
Whether they yet know they are hungry or not.
They are worth the risk.
The becoming of the Bride is worth the risk.
If I am perceived as weird and foreign;
if I'm misunderstood;
May the oddity that lingers be an opportunity for another to think on the Lord.
A seed of thought.
Not return void.
I pray they ask another question.

I pray they open another opportunity to expand my bravery.

I pray I see it.

I pray they allow me another chance to practice expressing my heart where Jesus and our beautiful Father reside.

I pray they knock;

Open my door;

And see.

May I learn to respond to hunger with the beauty that is me.

This beauty that houses the Lord.

I found Your Love in the open fields

The Father Himself.
Standing.
Holding the giant sheet above my head.
Above our heads.
Before, we held it up together as a body.
Before, we held it up and filled in when others were feeling unable to lift their hands to hold it.
But now;
Now, He holds it.
And Angels.
At every entrance to the house.
They are holding it.
And we are all dancing under it.
Free to go and be.
For we have greater things to do.
And we can't be concerned with holding this covering.
They will hold it for us.
And as we dance beneath His covering;
The Angels watch.
They learn of His heart from us.
They see more of Him then ever before as we are released in freedom;
Not concerned with the weight.
And He smiles;
Watching us in our freedom.
Watching His Angels watch us.
We dance in Him;
In freedom.
We realize how big the field is when we lower our hands;
And let go of the weight;
And grab a hold of Him.





There's no shame;
In looking like a fool.
When I give You what I can't keep;
And take a hold of You.

More than words.
More than good ideas.
I found Your Love in the open fields."

Oh may My heart be seen.
This Love [this Bride] that carries Me.

Alive in the dead places

Dead.
I don't know that dead is really always dead.
We feel dead.
We see dead.
But what we feel and see as dead perhaps is really just new life.
If we would only blink.
To reopen our eyes and stretch our hands out again to feel.
To realize.
To creatively reconstruct our perceptions.
To allow Him to come stand in our line of sight;
to realize He's always been in our line of sight.
To allow Him to come cover the space in front of our out-stretched hands;
to realize He's always covered every inch of space in front of our hands.
To become more aware that seeing and feeling Him is not always what we've understood.

When we feel like we have nothing to offer;
Because we feel dead;
Because we see only the hard things in front of us;
Because the only thing we can manage to allow out of our mouths is discussion of the current death;
Maybe that is the very thing we have to offer.
Maybe death is life.
Maybe when we present our current offering;
maybe He's wrapping that offering in Himself.
Maybe our dead things are wrapped in Him--in Life.

Maybe EVERYthing is Life.
If only we take off the shades of shame; guilt; and expectation.
Maybe it's not so much right and wrong;
but more-so opportunity.

Despise nothing.
Despise no thing.

Maybe death is just a place.
And no place will ever define us.
Life defines us.
He defines us.
No need for shame.
No need for guilt.
No need for expectation.
Life resides in every place.
Life resides in our perceived dead place.

No worries son.
Alive in the dead places.

I Am...His heart beating

It starts as a slow dance.

I have no reason to dance;

Nothing on my heart to express.

Nothing on my heart to pray for.

No reason to dance;

Other than I simply want to.

I simply tell Him I want to;

To meet me there.

As hands sweep from high to low;

Left to right;

Colors fly around the room;

Animated steamers.

I put them there.

I brought them.

My imagination;

My authority.

He watches.

Captivated by my joy in Him.

I don't know what it means.

It doesn't so much matter.

I simply crave Him.

My hunger drew me.

I ate of the feast always before me.

That familiar song comes on. 

That one I'm not so sure I fully agree with;

But the one my spirit just can't seem get enough of.

Still dancing.

He looks me directly in the eye.

His feet fall in step with mine.

Left foot.

Bump. Bump.

Right foot.

Bump. Bump.

Left foot. 

Bump. Bump.

Right foot.

Bump. Bump.

Again.

Bump. Bump.

Bump. Bump.

Continuing.

Bump. Bump.

Bump. Bump.

Eyes never disengaged.

Bump. Bump.

Bump. Bump.

He begins to give different sight to the familiar words.

"My heart beating.

My soul breathing.

I found My life;

When I laid it down.

Upward falling.

Spirit soaring.

I touched the sky;

When My knees hit the ground."

What we so often sang over Him He began to sing over us.

"My heart beating."

[you, son, are My heart beating]

"My soul breathing."

[you, son, are My soul breathing]

"I found My life when I laid it down."

[i found My life being made more full and complete in you, my son, when I laid    My life down on the cross in Jesus]

"Upward falling. Spirit soaring. I touched the sky when My knees hit the ground."

[i was made free in you, my son, when I came to the earth through My Son Jesus.]

Proud Daddy.

Eyes still fully engaged.

Tears streaming down His face.

Grinning from ear to ear.

Feet still fully in step with the dance.

Fully in step with the dancer.

KEEP GOING!!

Bump. Bump.

YESSS! KEEP! GOING!

Bump. Bump.

He keeps singing.

Bump. 

My heart beating.

Bump.

My soul breathing.

Bump.

My heart beating.

Bump.

My soul breathing.

Bump.

We are His heart beating...

Let this usher in what we know is to be among us.

I. Am. Yours. 

Health is in me.

Health is my inheritance.

Father, may You be glorified 

--in me.

--in this.

May I come through with renewed perspective and understanding of You in me. 

Of Health in me.

Let nothing be wasted.

All of You Father. 

I want all of You.

Build Yourself even bigger in me.

Fix my eyes on You.

Let nothing stand in the way of my effectiveness and advancing of Your kingdom.

You are known in me.

Give me energy and renew Health for me to vibrantly give of You in me.

Give me a miracle to usher in the miracles that should be following us as we walk. 

Let this usher in what we know is to be among us. 

Let us not go any longer sitting and waiting for what we know is ours.

It is time to expand.

It is time to stand up.

It is time to walk.

Let nothing stand in our way.

It is time for us to make room for these big things of You that we do not yet constantly experience. 

Let our understanding of what is normal now shift.

Let our sight now shift.

New normal.

Let our faith increase. 

Let our trust increase. 

May we not grow weary.

Spirits lifted. 

We are Yours.

Health will be known in fullness. 

May we not settle for less than whole.

It does not change our love.

It does not change our love.

A law does not change our love.

A law does not change how the kingdom advances.

Jesus, though he fulfilled the law;

His heart was not moved or influenced by its statements. 

He let it remain. 

He did not fight the law itself. 

He Loved.

He fought for hearts. 

He fought to woo hearts. 

Let us make sure our focus is as His was. 

The law is not our enemy.

Regardless of what it becomes. 

We continue to seek to influence hearts. 

We continue to seek to reveal the original design inside all.

Some may shift every so slightly from who they were originally designed to be; 

a shift from fullness. 

Some knowingly. 

Some not. 

Grace, Father. 

We will continue to be with you. 

And we will be here. 

Ready and prepared with room for you;

should you realize fullness is not as you thought.

You already occupy our hearts.  

Our position with you remains unchanged. --We love you. 

We hope and believe that eyes will be opened to the fullness inside of you. 

Your eyes.

And also the eyes of those who heartbreakingly condemn you.

May they see your fullness too.

It is so good. 

You are so good. 

I am not worried.

I am not frustrated. 

I am not mad. 

I simply want to sit at Home with you and eat a full meal, together.

May we simply be reminded to continue to call the original identities up and out of all our beautiful and treasured family near and far.  

Love is...

Love is honest.

Love is hard.

Love is iron;

Sharpens the dull.

Love it strips bare;

All the layers on the heart.

Love pours on wounds;

And stings to heal; restore all parts.

It doesn't pity.

Doesn't agree; 

Just to avoid spark.

--between you and me.

It doesn't settle;

Raises the bar.

Firm and unmoving;

With excellence its mark.

It gets in your face;

And tells you who you are.

Love has bruises.

Love has scars.

Cause Love is trusting.

Risking all of Love's heart.

Love has bruises.

Love has scars.

But Love doesn't see them:

Cause for Love it's worth it all.

Love. Love. Love.

Love is patient---

Love is kind.

Love won't force you.

Love knows your worth time.

Love is faithful.

Love it sees and it believes.

You are Love and Love He is in me.

Love has bruises.

Love has scars.

But Love doesn't see them.

Cause for Love it's worth it all.

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

Love won't force you.

Love lets you come in your own time.

Love. 

is. 

for. 

you.

Cause you're worth it.

You're worth it.

You're worth it.

You. 

are. 

worth.

it.

Love is patient.