The mind can know the possible. But only the heart can know the impossible.
The powerful inner urge of life. Matthew 11:12
As I watch the parade
passing my point of view
by faith of Christ
the inverse is true.
What has passed
is ahead and history.
What's behind
is yet to come
and energizes me.
Worry of the future,
by faith, is history.
Such faith frees of
demands to see.
Guilt, shame,
the residue seen.
But now by faith,
the Word made clean.
What appears behind,
now arrives on time
as an end
to the parade
reflects sublime
what is first
seems last.
By the Word
long last.
Future expectancy and present clinging, not clanging.
Busy distractions. Isaiah 57:10-12
Full body message. Ephesians 6:10-18
The beauty of a bride is how obvious whose she is by where she stands in life's ceremony. Song of Solomon 4:7-12
Heir pressure drives us to Christ. We often let emotional pressure cause us to demand that others be Christ for us while building a wall between Christ and us(flatlined). Romans 8:16-25
It's all yours. Putting my words in God's mouth. Matthew 25:24
Frozen in my tracks, fearful of frostbite.
Now still, though with fright.
Figment of imagination or Spirit-led hesitation?
Did Lot have the same fear? A lot like me?
How else comes hesitation so an angel draws near?
A fear turning holy inspiring courage, but slowly.
As I lift my hand feeling the gentle tug,
increasing in strength becoming the Father’s hug.
Sleepless in the saddle. Isaiah 40:28-31
Blue Angels, Blue Angels, what is meant
flying helmut to helmut by one consent?
A metaphor of Zephaniah 3:9?
How do I learn to get in line?
Am I under the Father
or is He under me?
Do I receive the blue of eternity?
Are these questions from you
or they coming from me?
Blue Angels, Blue Angels, I now know
that to get in line let the Father show.
It's his lap, the lap of luxury.
By his hug is it revealed to me.
Blood , no sweat, and tears. Revelation 19:6-8
Am I loved by the one I'm with? Is that just another myth?
I'm trying to love the one I'm with.
From where does this trying come?
Just a beating of my own drum?
A drum with no divine sound
causing the gentle Voice to drown?
I hear "Love the one you're with."
Is this performance of a myth?
The beat of the Father's heart, faintly heard.
Feasting on everythting short of His word.
Is the thought to perform so absurd?
It is finished! I once heard.
Forgotton is my first Love,
the One as gentle as a dove.
Love me so to receive
what I'm led to believe.
Unfolding rather than not enough. 2 Peter 1:8
Lord forgive us men who hide our malace toward our wives(and You) behind the robe of justice. Thankfully the malice breaks out often enough to reveal itself so it can't remain hidden or denied and unhealed. May our cry for justice become a cry for mercy and soften us. Malachi 2:13-17