It’s A Top Secret Mission

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It’s a top secret mission, if you choose to accept it I think there is only one other person that knows about this little “personified practice of pause” God came up with.

The purpose:

1.  Increase my awareness of the Trinity:  Father/Son/Holy Spirit.

2.  Moving the power of this mystery amongst the community.

3.  It feels like a silent, sacred seal of God’s anointing.

Now that sounds all heavy and complex, but it’s not.  It’s child’s play in KINGDOM proportions.  So let’s not waste a moment’s time.  This game is like Candy Land.  Only rule is each turn, you jump ahead three squares 🙂  So, look for opportunities for three.  (Each time I say to myself, “sealed by the Trinity, Amen,” pray whatever He leads.)  Hug:  three pats, three balloons, the stamps, the roses, three!!!, three kisses, wipe your feet three times before entering a home.  Limitless opportunities.  Be intentional and have fun.  I don’t know what God is up to, I just know it is KINGDOM significant.  The more we play, the more Glory is released.  Imagine if you started a world movement.  Get started, everyone go to the bank, exchange one dollar for one hundred shiny new pennies.  Drop three on the sidewalk.  It is visible only in triad moves.  Wipe your feet three times, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  Kiss that baby on the head three times, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  Leave three gerber daisies at someone’s backdoor, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  My personal favorite is, pat someone on the back during a hug three times, Father, Son, and Holy Spirt.  It is sealing a touch of life with HIS hand.  Be creative.

Ready, set, go 🙂 🙂 🙂

“Need” in Whispers

Enter with me where time and place stand still. Beyond me and my circumstance, His Hand reaches through the veil that hides the reality of His Kingdom, Thy will be done. My family and close friends witnessed the heavenly host fight for me through the song of Plumb.

Close friends, Frank and Gaye gifted us with tickets to the KLOVE Christmas concert. Plumb filled the church with her voice to bless us with Christmas carols and her song, “Need You Now” (I’ve featured on another post). I’m gonna tell you I bawled like a baby. It touches every fiber of my faith. There are no words to express the depth of where my suffering meets her song journey. As she stood side stage, I could see her silhouette out of the corner of my eye. I had closed my eyes to Worship names into the Chris August song. I heard the angelic rustle of satin closing in… And I felt her soft cheek brush my tear-glazed cheek, her beautiful curls tumble over my flat unstyled hair. (lol) My eyes fluttered open to the wonder of Plumb whispering in my ear. (She gifted me with a glory of hope token, you will have to read my book for this revelation). Truth tickled joy alive as she…Prayed something like this,”Lord, I don’t know what this precious sister is going through, but I ask that you put your arms around her. Embrace her circumstance so she knows more of your love. Oh Father, be here for her so this will be her best Christmas ever. Amen.” She kissed my forehead, and we locked moist eyes. I felt time stop and Plumb saw into my story. Not being able to speak or move, I put all I had in gratitude and love in my eye language back to her. My hand so wanted to reach out of my heart to touch her. The moment felt so ethereal. “I love you,” she said with the authority of His Kingdom. I heard the love of Jesus telling me, through her voice, “I will bless the sacrifice of your suffering far and beyond your expectations” (Eph. 3:20).  I squeezed my face to emulate a hug. She touched my head and was gone as quickly as she came.

I had to work hard to get my composure back from such a significant blessing.

How do you thank someone for stopping time in the face of minute and hour hands that threaten to press the life out of me. Time is not the reality that govern our days and nights. Love governs His Kingdom. God’s love comes down at Christmas (Point of Grace), to remind us it is timeless, extending into eternity.

Merry Christmas Plumb, I love you too. Thank you for singing Jesus into my heart.

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The Way You Love Me

“The Way You Love Me” by Anthony Evans, Jr.

This heart breaks slowly
Tell me what are you doing to me
When I prayed do what it takes
*I didn’t know I’d lose everything
*Everything that meant anything to me is gone
How could something so right go so wrong
*It is the hurt that breaks me
*And it’s the pain that pulls me to my knees
*And the tears they’ve changed me
Til what I couldn’t see
*Becomes so clear to me
This is the way
*The way that you love me
My way destroyed me
I couldn’t see I was my worst enemy
So you took away til my soul ached
And I knew that it was no mistake
That everything that meant anything to me was gone
*Now something right has to come from this wrong
*It is the hurt that breaks me
*And it’s the pain that pulls me to my knees
*And the tears they’ve changed me
Til what I couldn’t see
*Becomes so clear to me
This is the way
*The way that you love me
You loved me so much that you let me
*You let me fall knowing that I would loose it all and hear your call
You love me so much that you chase me
*When I ran away you captured me by letting me run to the end of myself
To the end of myself and this is way you love

*LYRICS I RELATE TO.

This song hits so close to “home” it hurts to share it with you.  I know God did NOT give me ALS.   The way He loves me is SO HARD to discern because the love is so tangled with the pain.  What gives me moments of clarity are the simple things I used to take for granted:  “mom”, sunshine on my shoulders, a full laugh, snuggling with my husband even when I am mad at him, holding a pen, and the gift of a hug.  This is the way He loves me:  the magic momentum of the Body of Christ, you continue to gift me with comments even though I can’t respond, every breath I take… Life in the way He loves me is bleeding me into the sacrifice of thanksgiving.  I loveth thee, TWE

Intention

“We need deliberately to call to mind the joys of our journey. Perhaps we should try to write down the blessings of one day.  We might begin; we could never end; there are not pens or paper enough in all the world.” — George A. Buttrick  (http://www.heartlight.org)

Dew-Kissed and Clipped

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As a thoughtful gift, a dear friend sent glorious flowers.  I pondered the deep colors and became aware how fragmented my feelings are at the moment.  I can’t “feel” the warmth of the beauty.

“God”, I cried out, “this is so not like me.  I am use to the whole experience and then some.”

As He usually does, He rarely answers me directly.  I heard Him whisper “I was up early and saw my flower still kissed with dew.  I hand clipped each flower for you.”

You too have hand clipped gifts through out your day.  If you can’t feel it to the fullest yet, stop and give thanks.  It is part of His intimacy with you.