Little Girl, I Say To You, Arise!

-Little girl, I say to you, arise-Awake my soul. My heart palpitates with fire-like jolts. Smells around me only intensify with every warm tremble in my chest. Sensing the robust dark coffee in the air, I call out to the heavens in the dawn – ‘Deepen my desire, LORD. Make my soul quake with an untamed blaze!”

I hold out a banner of praise. Fill my mouth and my longings with your power. You are my anthem. May my feet seek to follow the wake of your glorious splendor. Ignite my soul. Open these sleepy eyes – fixated on earthly plunder and worldly gain.

May I wake with one goal in mind – to shine your precious love. Let your spirit pervade my senses. May I truly seek the realm of godliness – to be clothed in a purple robe sprinkled in the dust of your steps. For this is power – this is might. This is strength.

Your holiness shakes me to the core. You say to me ‘little girl, arise.’ You wake me from my eternal sleep and breathe breath once again into my body of bones.

He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum!” (which means “Little girl, I say to you, arise!”). – Mark 5:41

How I am this privileged to trust and follow such a magnificent King? I want to sit at your feet for all time, LORD. The beauty for ashes you have brought into my life is unimaginable.

Hands in the air – fill me with the presence of you. My prayer is this – to house the goodness of your nature in my soul. Make the darkness of depression flee in seven directions from my life. It is you I want to exude through my interactions, quiet thoughts and personal aspirations.

Death once encompassed my life – you brought me back for a reason. Elevate my soul with visions from the chambers of your heart. May my eyes see the priceless glory of your affection, and may I walk through this life with the weight of your riches pressing on my spirit.

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Hope, Refreshment, New Life – Around Every Corner

Pastel blue robin’s eggs – a creamy blue to the naked eye. These petite life vessels are quite fragile. They are tiny homes to little mouths that will need to be fed by the nourishment from the earth. The wingspan of the mama will protect, shelter and guard the bodies of her sweet baby birds.

The spring air brings with it such hope and refreshment. New life is around every corner. Flowers, aromatic and vibrant, burst forth from the moist ground – reaching upward toward the rays of the warm sun.

Daylight brings with it sweet anticipation. May we open our arms to the sky and expect the rain to descend upon the thirsty ground. The Maker of Heaven and Earth will water his creation with provision and blessings – it is coming!

We are, like those delicate eggs, dependent – for sustenance. Gaining strength day by day, this grit comes not by our power or might – but is made perfectly complete in Him. It is by his spirit says the LORD!

LORD, may we be filled with the fragrant wind of new life! Embody our actions and mind.

He builds his lofty palace in the heavens and sets its foundation on the earth; he calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out over the face of the land—the Lord is his name. – Amos 9:6

Makeover our temples – and illuminate us. It is my desire to be a walking lamp-stand. I want to shine like a string light proudly fashioned in a pitch black backyard. A little strand of jovial intimacy but also sheer brilliance.

As the earth brings forth newness of life – may this season usher forth in our lives a fresh sense of urgency to shout your name from the rooftops! Miracles happen to those who put their trust in the Mover of the mountains.

Transplant the highlands, Sweet Jesus. This child opens her will and sacrifices her way – for yours! Like ivy on a colossal oak, may my soul cling to your precious promises! Mighty are you GOD of ALL.

My Eyes Stay Open Through The Watches Of The Night

My eyes stay open through the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promises.The owl calls in the distance –making its home in the wooded creek behind my cream colored suburban home. Somewhat out of place, its night sound is a peaceful and haunting melody.

Like the dark and light keys on the piano, the tune is pleasing. One cannot help but take in the noise that echoes in the night and in the watches of the dawn.

With its yellow and wide eyes, it sees the things that the common man and animals miss in the dark. Awake in the wee hours of the morning – it watches the happenings while others are asleep, eyelids tightly closed on their pillows of rest.

May we desire to be not only creatures of the daylight; but, also owl observers of the night. Though we need physical rest, our spiritual eyes should always be open and alert. It is my prayer that I sense and see things the normal man cannot see or understand.

I rise before dawn and cry for help; I have put my hope in your word. My eyes stay open through the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promises. Hear my voice in accordance with your love; preserve my life, LORD, according to your laws. – Psalm 119: 147-149

Though the world may not comprehend the significance of heavenly order, I pray my life reflects the sweet aurora of my Savior. Our footprints in the sand (and the ones beside us) may be washed away from the carnal spectator; but they make a lasting impact on the heart of our LORD – and that’s the difference.

In the end, our footpaths will reappear when the Kingdom of Heaven is near. They will also serve as lanterns to those seeking the eternal promises in a world entangled by overreaching weeds.

May our eyes, wide and alert like the night owl, watch with discernment the things in the night hour and also the daylight. With an elaborate wingspan soaring atop the clouds, may we be a banner that points to the Most High God!

We will praise you in the daylight; but we will also sing of song of vigilance in the dead of night!

The King That Wore No Earthly Crown

-Far be it from us to seek a crown of honor where our Lord found only a crown of thorns.- (C.H. Spurgeon)

The victor’s crown – it’s not always what it seems. The earthy strong, beautiful and able appear draped in velvet. They are viewed by others here on earth with esteem and grandeur. Many voices shout their names aloud and look to them for guidance; but, are these ‘winners’ models of the infinite inheritance – we are given from on high?

The true Victor, who walked as a man without a physical crown, looks at the condition of our supple or hardened souls. He observes that pumping organ that gives us breath – not the physical state it’s in – but, he discerns the shroud of the invisible.

The film that is hidden from mortal men and women, he looks at the heart.

Clutching my chest and looking to the heavens, I often times fear my heart is tattered. Worn and weathered from the world, it faintly pounds with precision. It knows its purpose – to be a life force. But, I fear the beating has diminished.

The channels of this daughter have been clogged, and the worries of this world have discouraged this hopeful soul. Yet, it faintly beats with purpose.

You say powerfully, sweet King – “do not be afraid.”

Thinking of Daniel, rescued from the den of sharp, salivating mouths, you repeatedly told him ‘fear not!’ And, now, you take the time to passionately say that precise phrase to me.

“‘Don’t be afraid, Daniel,’ he told me, ‘because from the first day that you committed yourself to understand and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard. I’ve come in answer to your prayers.” – Daniel 10:12

My heart accepts it, LORD. Let the desires of my heart be redirected – to those that seek to glorify you.  My hopes and dreams of having a royal crest embedded with costly stones fashioned on my head are simply – just that, simple. You made your children for more – to walk in assurance of the tangibly undetected!

I will fasten my unseen crown tightly in place and set my goals on walking the path set before me – which may not always appear like the golden road. May I learn to turn down the rhinestones of this world – to seek what is truly costly in your kingdom!

My feet were made to follow the Victor – the King that wore no earthly crown.

Discernment – The Welcome Dinner Guest

for-the-ways-of-the-lord-are-right-and-the-righteous-will-walk-in-themWe get so caught up in the physical –the tangible life. Our emotions are attached to jobs, material possessions and flowery accolades from our peers. And, when our expectations are not met, we melt like a Popsicle in the hot summer sun.

We sob from our guts – because our hearts are fragile. After all, they are flesh – simply caged by bones that create a somewhat secure barrier.

But this barrier is not impenetrable.  Filth can find its way into the crevices of our soft pumping organ. It seeps in when we least expect it.

We try to stay watchful and guard our hearts and minds; but, the feeling of misplaced trust and charity sing a sweet siren song. So, we eventually unbuckle that armor that has clutched our sweaty bodies so tightly.

We are human. We rely on chariots and muscle blazing horses – when we should only listen and place our feeble faith in the LORD. The promises he speaks are steadfast and true.

There is nothing wrong with dropping our guard. We were created to be soft and emotional beings. However, we were also called to have a spirit of discernment – one that whispers to our soul when things do not appear right.

Discernment is the welcome dinner guest to a table so often stacked with faux china plates and illusions of fine cuisine.

Whoever is wise, let him understand these things; Whoever is discerning, let him know them. For the ways of the LORD are right, And the righteous will walk in them, But transgressors will stumble in them. – Hosea 14:9

Let us pray for a soul that truly deciphers between what is right, honest and godly – and what has been simply dipped in gold – fashioned to look like an authentic relic of great value.

Humble Yourselves and Pray

“Our prayers may be awkward. Our attempts may be feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the One who hears it and not in the one who says it, our prayers do make a difference.” – Max Lucado.jpgMidnight musings – often times they are disheveled thoughts, silent arrow prayers or just words … significant words that parade through your mind and your dreams in the early hours of dawn.

These words are often times muddled; but oftentimes they are powerful and send chills down your drowsy spine.

“Humble yourselves and pray” was the phrase of choice that woke me last night from a deep, warm sleep. Eyes wide awake – this charge was flashing like a neon billboard throughout my mind.

The call to prayer was commanding and the need to protect myself with the full armor of God was evident.

My soul has felt pretty weighty these past few months. Pounds of dirt and filth have been hindering the lenses of my heavenly glasses. We see lies taking precedence on airs waves around the country.  Eyes and hearts are being deceived across the nation.

Yet, all we can do as Children of God is – humble ourselves and pray.

You may think you cannot make a difference – that your words are lost in a sea of rhetoric and confusion. Words fueled without spiritual backing may be empty and vapid; but, your prayers rooted in the promises of the LORD are pure gold!

“Our prayers may be awkward. Our attempts may be feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the One who hears it and not in the one who says it, our prayers do make a difference.” – Max Lucado

Fall on your knees, dear ones. Plead for truth, clarity and an uprising of clarity over this land.

Discard the grandeur of self-worth, overcome the shackles that bind you and humble yourselves before the Savior of this world.

Your prayers are not uttered in abandon. They fall on the ears of the one who gives and takes away. They fill up the basin above. May this bowl overflow with the prayers of the saints!

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” – 2 Chronicles 7:14

A Letter To My Unborn Son

il_fullxfull.1040861689_kawxWhen I first found out you were going to be a little boy, I was happy. I was ecstatic. I had always dreamed of having a little gentleman. Yet, being raised without a brother, fear started to set in as the time ticked by. Will I be enough for this precious child? Will my love be adequate? Will I know how to teach him to be strong and courageous in the LORD?

These are things that I have been praying for endlessly, little one. As I feel you move in my tummy, I think about the man that God is creating you to be – bold like a lion, wise like a leader and a kindhearted giver.

Dear son, God has his hand on your life – and that truth is beautiful to me. Your flesh has been spoken for and the King of Kings has called you by name. I have never experienced the blessing of carrying one of God’s children in my womb before; but this experience and the joy it gives me is unending.

Sure, there are days, that it’s hard to carry another life in my body. You realize your mortal nature and limits. But, when I think about the unique and separate life God is forming in me – it brings tears to my eyes. That cannot be matched.

God chooses to make warriors from feeble flesh and bone. He chooses to breathe his life into temples prone to break and shatter. He chooses to crown the unworthy with his pearls of wisdom. And, sweet son, I desire for God to crown you with his precious gifts.

I pray that you desire to seek your Creator. That I will be able to emulate an untamed passion for the Savior of our lives! May God guard my lips and make me into a vessel that only speaks pleasing and positive words over your life.

From birth, I pray you feel God’s breath wash over your body. May you feel his love burst forth over your heart and mind. As we hold you right out of the womb – may you feel God’s love beating from our chests onto yours – for you are our miracle!

More than anything in this world, I want you to comprehend God’s never-ending love for you. I want you to seek out his word and follow where his spirit is leading you.

Like King David, I will pray every day for you to truly be a man that chases after God’s heart. May you dream dreams and see visions like the prophets of old. Sweet boy, I pray for your relationship with the Maker of All Good Things.

From the moment of conception, he has been calling you by name, sweet one. May your ears be tuned to truly listen for his voice and your eyes open to see the goodness of the LORD of Hosts.

We look forward to physically seeing and holding the perfection that is you – formed by the hands of the Master Artist.

When The Brook Has Dried Up

'The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the LORD sends rain on the land.' - 1 Kings 17_ 7, 8 & 14You’re parched – literally craving the mist circling like a watery aura around the garden hose. You lean forward and try to guzzle that stream of cool water; yet – the spicket runs dry before you can enjoy even one taste.

You grimace and feel destitute; but, sometimes the brooks in our lives run dry. We sit there with empty hands, scratch our heads and try to lap up the dust – but the stream is emaciated.

When this happens, we can feel helpless – like a toddler that has our security blanket snatched from us too soon, we cry out and are baffled at why this water has been stolen from us. It’s not only appalling, it’s painful.

But is it necessarily a bad thing to be parched – especially when we are trusting entirely too much in our own shallow water source?

God gives and takes away.

And though the taking away part might be extremely agonizing, if you are a Child of God – never doubt that he will always give you beauty for ashes and strength for fear.

He will point you to the stream that overflows with rich, cool, never ending water – for by drinking from that brook, we truly fill our souls.

“Some time later the brook dried up because there had been no rain in the land. Then the word of the LORD came to him …”

“The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the LORD sends rain on the land.” – 1 Kings 17: 7, 8 & 14

We must let the LORD’s rain water our spirits and wash away our feeble sources of fulfillment.

This might mean a little time in the desert – walking on crackling, thirsty soil. But, it’s worth it. You may not feel like it now – but wandering can lead to bold contentment.

Like the Israelites, their time in the desert was not wasted. They saw miracles come to pass, God raised up brave leaders and they were led to a land flowing with milk and honey.

May we drop our earthly wanton desires and seek the water that daily provides nourishment to our souls.

God will not let you be barren for a lifetime.

He wants to water your roots; but water them with his stream of healing, living waters.

Glow With The Presence of The Conquering King

For when we glow with the presence of the conquering King – darkness has to flee. It shrivels in despair..jpgLet’s just breathe – relax. Let’s loosen the feverish grasp we have on the situations we cannot control. Because they are just that – issues we cannot manage ourselves.

We see the swirling world around us – and it worries us – for good reason. We witness evil and malevolence gaining a foothold in society. This moss encrusted virus covers the hills and crevices of our culture.

We weep for such a loss. It’s terrifying – absolutely horrifying and depressing.

What you once considered right, gazing through the glasses of morality, are now mucky – caked in debris. You try to warn those around you that calamity is coming if we give way to such deceit; but, the clear looking glass is smudged – and black and white features have faded to gray.

It’s easy to walk around defeated and dulled by the sharp edges of life. For life in this world is not always fair – no, it’s painful sometimes.

Flowers do not always line the pavement to our imagined field of dreams. Sometimes we have to scrub the pavement of the graffiti – made by the hands of vandals and thieves. We have to pluck the thorns of the ruby rose – in order to appreciate the full beauty and fragrance.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows.… Psalm 23:4

We may witness evil gaining a foothold. We may see the sky illuminate with the smoke of destruction and chaos. These are things that we, as children of the Living God, may witness.

Yet, we mustn’t lose heart. The LORD tells us to keep shining his light.

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. – 2 Corinthians 4:8

For when we glow with the presence of the conquering King – darkness has to flee. It shrivels in despair.

We cannot fix this broken world; but we can bring hope to the hopeless and true healing to the broken. We can stand firm on the bedrock of our faith and share with others how to distinguish what is good and lovely in the midst of the bleeding, blurred lines of this crumbling society.

We can hold forth a lantern of truth – knowing that God’s luminosity (no matter if the stream of light is small) can irradiate the darkest of nights.

It just takes faith – and the courage to stare down that sinister smog the world exudes. Darkness and despair should never define us. Look to the light and let it defeat the evil among us.

Beautiful Love Bursting Forth

The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying_ _I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. – Jeremiah 31_3Love. It’s bursting forth. Like a bubbling brook with cool, refreshing water. God’s love for us is overflowing and never-ending. What love is this that the Father has lavished upon us!

The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. – Jeremiah 31:3

He looks into our eyes – and deep emotion is garnered. Affection is felt. Not the kind of affection we feel for a family member, loved one, children or spouse. No, this love is deeper. It’s a mixture of all those loves combined along with heavenly, pure passion.

What chills we would feel, if we were to look into the physical face of the King of Kings! One day – we will. But until then, we are blown away at the sensation we garner as the LORD’s loving wind sweeps over our senses.

This feeling is beyond compare. It’s selfless. No mortal being can love us with this type of zeal and adoration.

He is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane; I am a tree, bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy. When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, and I realize just how beautiful You are, and how great Your affections are for me. – David Crowder Band Lyrics

Look up to the heavens, sweet child of the King, and feel the LORD’s love wash over you. He is pleased when you fall before him and thank him for his gracious and greatest sacrifice of all – his blood.

Dance in the freedom that God’s self-sacrificial love has given you. Share his light with the world. He has not called you to be a canister that blocks and snuffs out his all-encompassing light.

Shine bright. Breathe in his love, and share it with others searching and seeking. We all need love, and the kind that the Father of Lights offers can complete a seeking soul! Amen.