I have given myself permission to miss everything – mother, father, friends, lovers, once-in-a-lifetime-opportunities, everything – except this.
Papi Celestial wants us to have it all, to know and love Him much the way He knows and loves us. Only to prevent spiritual bends (akin to decompression sickness experienced by some divers) as we emerge along the journey, He slows things down so we can adjust. I got that insight while walking the dog this evening. For context, recall the verse affirming that “all things work together for good to them who are the called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28). I’d been noticing how my back felt fine despite not having aligned it before leaving the bedroom this morning. I smiled almost coyly noticing that the whole back thing may just have been His way of getting my attention and allowing me to choose to slow down and sit with him first thing each morning – a practice that will continue and, cloaked in the form of a medical directive, remains unchallenged by all. Nice work!
The night sky a perfect periwinkle
a melon sweet as perfume
wonton soup to put all others to shame and
91 degrees in the desert.
It just doesn’t get any better, I say.
God says, watch Me!
This morning, at minutes before five, everything came together. With a single scripture, Isaiah 61, the Lord answered every question about my purpose; about why I am HERE, here and Here; confirmed every scripture, sacrifice, sermon and message; reconciled my heart to His, and gave me peace on every side. Nice work if you can get it and I got it by simply hanging in there, waking to His voice, hearing, obeying and receiving His promises, step by step, day by day, moment by moment! You will too.
Between shuttling M’Dear to and from Drama Camp and summer camp today, Our Father did me the honor to allow me to attend a farewell celebration for an esteemed colleague; sit with a friend whose live-in boyfriend has called it quits; visit a friend in the hospital, and attend a Casa de Paz in our neighborhood. Through it all I was given to understand precisely why obedience is better than sacrifice and what a blessing it is to know and attend my Father’s voice. I even received a tailor-made revelation at day’s end. Together with all the gifts I have already received and stand to receive by faith, Jesus allowed me to give thanks and praise that I know how to let go and hold on. Hallelujah!
All that I am and have are mine because God gave them to me and I give them back to Him. This is assured because God’s Word can do everything but fail. When I get a word from God, I obey. So help me, God, to love you wholeheartedly. I try the spirits by the Spirit and therefore am blessed because obedience is better than sacrifice. As a daughter of Abraham by faith, Caleb’s portion and all God’s promises are mine.
Hebron therefore became the inheritance of Caleb the son of Jephunneh the Kenezite unto this day, because that he wholly followed the LORD God of Israel. (Joshua:14:14)
As I lay on my back aligning my faith and interceding on the basis of Psalms 23, Caleb came to mind. Three minutes before my 30 minutes were up, but what felt like long after I felt the urge to rise, the phone rang. Someone bearing gifts came to maximize my relationship with this timeshare company and inviting me to lunch. After yesterday’s harmonious journey and course download along the way, last night’s gifts – both initial evidence of the manifestation of Pastor White‘s prophecy at Mountaintop last Sunday and fulfillment of Scripture– it continues to be revealed to me and manifest that God does indeed prepare and position us for next level blessings continually. Thank you for such faith, Heavenly Father. Amen.
A 13-Step Program For People Who Used To Find Love in All The Wrong Places
Sitting around the dinner table after one of our First Sunday potlucks, three women began laughing at the stupid things we’d either done or heard of someone doing in the name of love. Unconditionally of course, but not in the right direction. The only remedy, we decided, was to hold ourselves accountable for not reading the writing on the wall even after having prayed for revelation. We laughed till our sides’ ached. Title after title for books, chapters, sitcoms and dramas came to us but we were too drunk on monkey bread and having survived the tragedy of so many years spent in recovery from our own bad decisions to record them. This much I remember and promised to share.
STEP 1: Acknowledge, I was the one who…
Insert details of your part in said fiasco, then love yourself unconditionally by not doing that again.
STEP 2: Repeat.
Step 3: Refer to step 2 ten more times, teaching one more person to do the same each time.
This quote was found on the Brevity website. At this stage of my life I find resistance a waste of time and energy. So I share this little indulgence with you.
Sometimes the most moving, altering moments of life are in fact only moments. Sometimes they are not destined to be novels, essays, or memoirs. Sometimes, there is no bigger picture. ~ April Monroe
Isn’t that delicious!