Good morning, my darling

Being woken up out of nowhere again this morning, after only a few hours of sleep, I groggily coerced my body to get out of bed and just go to the bathroom and be done with the customary activity, which always seems incredibly more daunting when you’re in a warm bed…

But now Papa, I am filled with an inmost gratitude that You woke me up to see Your beautiful new beginning, a wondrous sunrise. Out of the cool blue sky, lining itself with soothing violet clouds, the beginning arose. A blooming burst of coral and tangerine…I don’t think I’ve allowed a sunrise to speak to me, the way that it did this morning, and Papa, You had a lot to say through it, not just for me, but for a few of the closest people around me. I needed to share Your presence, Your hope, Your beauty…to marvel, and behold…to deeply breathe, and realize The Creative, I couldn’t keep this truth to myself. I have been so ignorant all this time, to this divine dialogue of nature…

I’m so glad I decided against simply going back to sleep, I wanted to stay awake and watch the rest of the morning unfold with You, Papa…and as I snuggled down, and began sharing the moment with Cassie, who was equally taken back by the morning a few miles away…I began to consider how much You “speak”

I understand what a person is trying to say, when with doubt, fear, and an unquenched assurance they make the statement, “God has never spoken to me before”…”God doesn’t speak to me”…however, this morning, I’ve come to the conclusion, that this statement although sincere, is entirely untrue

I believe the more appropriate assessment of that singular foundational utterance though, is that we don’t listen half the time, and the other half of the time we just don’t understand Your communication to us because we’re waiting on a particular form of “speech” to pass through our ears and be understood by our minds, which are usually too finite for our own good. Papa, we forget who You are, we attempt to conform You to us, You to me, the Creator to the created…

How entirely full of error those actions and mindsets are…

We do these pitiable things, and forget that You are The Creative. The modes in which You “speaks” are limitless, just like You. You have overwhelmingly, insurmountable ways of loving on us…therefore, are we not made better and more full of deep knowing, when we forfeit the false view that we know what is best, what is true, on our own? It is ridiculously futile to establish ourselves as beings, whose ways are above the Almighty’s…we cannot judge, cannot guess, cannot always assume the way in which our Papa would choose to speak to us as His beloved children, but we can listen and choose to believe You over ourselves…

The past two days I have been angry and tempted to be embittered about an incident which has unfolded…5 hours ago, I fell asleep with thoughts wandering, but before I drifted off, though mildly halfhearted, I realized my error…who am I, to be angry with God? Who am I, to be embittered by a situation, and attempt to function on my own? Who am I, compared to Him?

This morning, I was reminded of Your relentless love.

And as a bouquet of flowers from Mia, sit beside me, and I am watching the Earth come alive again with a new day, birds chirping and fluttering by, I am reminded You are The Greater who is above me…nothing within me apart from You, Papa is the solution…I have been in the wrong, and I plead Your pardon…

My soul submits in gratitude, to Your overwhelmingly evident presence, Your love, Your beauty, Your hope…Papa, I’m so sorry for turning a blind eye in anger and confusion. I enjoy Your company deeply, with every fiber of me, You really are the only One I long for, I’m sorry for where I have allowed myself to be…thank You for pricking my soul’s ears in love, to listen and behold the new beginnings You create each morning…

It’s a new day.

So, good morning, Papa :) let’s snuggle back into sleep together, please? I choose not to live without You, I choose not to allow my actions to reflect anything than utter dependence upon You, strengthen me this day to keep following hard after You, and Only You…thank You for Your grace, which truly saves me every moment, in every way a person can be rescued and redeemed for truth and goodness, teach me the ways in which You be, teach me the ways in which I am, in Your be ♥

p.s.~ I love You

Hebrews 6:19-20

“Now we have this hope as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul [it cannot slip and it cannot break down under whoever steps out upon it—a hope] that reaches farther and enters into [the very certainty of the Presence] within the veil, where Jesus has entered in for us [in advance], a Forerunner having become a High Priest forever after the order (with the rank) of Melchizedek.”

New Ground & The Assurance of Hope

What do YOU say?

The edge I stand along, the earth I see is barren, crackled with devastation, tawny coloration is the only pigment underneath the cerulean sky which my eyes give way for miles…it is new ground before me, and as I stare out into the vast, open wild, You allow me to see what shall happen, when Hope comes alive, when I trust in You…

My bare feet take one step, gently, my porcelain skin is hesitant to make contact with this unknown soil, the very cells of my body churn with anticipation. Brilliant emerald blades of grass cushion the impact, with each step taken, this vibrant grass appears and life is born, and it begins to stretch out, from the soles of my feet…with each step taken, as I walk further across this barren land, the expanses of growth provide a current, a flow, of energy, of life, resurrection. Every where You place my feet, You guide my soles, grass appears, You are here with me…

Even a pioneer, needs a hand to hold, to share the way with, Papa, I need Your hand to hold, to rock me steady, to guide me safely, a hand of strength, a hand of comfort, a hand of truth, a hand of healing, I need Your hands of Hope…

Terrified, Your words plant life within the waving overlays of my soul. Hope.

“IN YOU, O Lord, do I put my trust and confidently take refuge; let me never be put to shame or confusion! Be to me a rock of refuge in which to swell, and a sheltering stronghold which I may continually resort, which You have appointed to save me, for You are my Rock and my Fortress…forsake me not when my strength is spent and my powers fail…O God, be not far from me! O my God, make haste to help me!…But I will hope continually, and will praise You yet more and more.”  ~Psalm 71

Hope is the dream of a soul awake ♥
-to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence.
-to believe, desire, or trust
-to place trust IN, rely

Synonyms: Faith, promise, reward, reliance, cherish, await, pray, take heart, watch for, belief, dependence, endurance, sweat it out, assurance, security

That which seeks to relentlessly destroy and steal hope

Antonyms: despair, disbelieve, discouragement, fear

Hebrews 6

V. 1 “THEREFORE let us go on and get past the elementary stage in the teachings and doctrine of Christ the Messiah, advancing steadily toward the completeness and perfection that belong to spiritual maturity…

V 11-20 But we do [strongly and earnestly] desire for each of you to show the same diligence and sincerity [all the way through] in realizing and enjoying the full assurance and development of [your] hope until the end, in order that you may not grow disinterested and become [spiritual] sluggards, but imitators, behaving as do those who through faith (by their leaning of the entire personality on God in Christ in absolute trust and confidence in His power, wisdom, and goodness) and by practice of patient endurance and waiting are [now] inheriting the promises.

For when God made [His] promise to Abraham, He swore by Himself, since He had no one greater by whom to swear, saying, Blessing I certainly will bless you and multiplying I will multiply you. And so it was that he [Abraham], having waited long and endured patiently, realized and obtained [in the birth of Isaac as a pledge of what was to come] what God had promised him. Men indeed swear by a greater [than themselves], and with them in all disputes the oath taken for confirmation is final [ending strife]. Accordingly God also, in His desire to show more convincingly and beyond doubt to those who were to inherit the promise the unchangeableness of His purpose and plan, intervened (mediated) with an oath.

This was so that, by two unchangeable things [His promise and His oath] in which it is impossible for God ever to prove false or deceive us, we who have fled [to Him] for refuge might have mighty indwelling strength and strong encouragement to grasp and hold fast the hope appointed for us and set before [us]. [Now] we have this [hope] as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul [it cannot slip and it cannot break down under whoever steps out upon it—a hope] that reaches farther and enters into [the very certainty of the Presence] within the veil, where Jesus has entered in for us [in advance], a Forerunner having become a High Priest forever after the order (with the rank) of Melchizedek.^”

You are the Rock upon which I stand, I will not be moved.

“What you hear in the light, never doubt in the darkness.”

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune—without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me. ~Emily Dickinson

Your Hope.

These are the words I will choose to believe.

The Inheirtance

Fear has covered me with its ashes of death…

But You say I shall not die, but live, and that I shall declare the works and recount  the illustrious acts of You, my Lord, my Papa, my Love, my Refuge, my Beloved…

(psalm 118, 1 john 4:18…I will declare with my mouth and my spirit as one)

“My perfect love casts out ALL fear…Beloved, you are MY Beloved.”

internalized threads

• “When you’re a writer, you’re able to pick and parcel your world, to magnify the brilliant, to cherish the ordinary, while focusing on the varying aspects of your stories. Some authors groan for the sake of their writings, their lives are not what they appear; so many dimensions they wished were far from their reality, and so they use their imaginations as a wall for their mind to hide behind. However, when God is realized to be The Author, from which all stories of life have their origin, it is the integrative whole that comes to be, the weaving and knitting together of the stark realities and the joy lit aspects. He brings everything under Him, and uses the realities we wished had never come into, to add character and depth into the creative creatures He is forming into His image. So do not disregard those grim circumstances in your life, but rather succumb and submit to His authority and watch Him unfold Heaven within all moments which encapsulate a life.”

Tonight I am filled with deeply seeded gratitude and relief :)

thank You Papa