You are a Kingdom-Giver, sweet Jesus!
When we think we have lost our way, have run out of all options – and are all alone on the treacherous cliff – you call out to us and say, ‘I want to give you the whole Kingdom!’
The ENTIRE Kingdom.
Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.
– Luke 12:32
You want to crown us with gold and wrap us in the robe of your power and might. Yet, we have to embrace this beautiful offer.
Your radiant kingdom is not of this world – it’s heavenly.
Often, we reach for splendor in the fleeting, in the temporary, and we are blind to your very hand that is stretched out in front of our faces with the purity, joy and everlasting nature of your precious promises.
Like sheep, we find it easy to nonsensically follow the herd and overlook the shepherd at the front of the flock! But, how foolish to neglect the one who leads us to safety, provision and rest!
He is the one who has seen our deepest needs, observed our depravity; and he has still claimed ownership over us!
Rejoice, sweet sheep! Your Father desires to give you the Kingdom. Claim that mighty Kingdom promise today!
For the weary, broken-hearted, heavy laden and depressed: I say to you – cast your cares on me.
The stones rattle in my hands. Perspiration and fear. Am I strong enough, brave enough to face this giant in the forefront?
It’s a daily choice – wake up, deny self and decide to use my breath that day to worship and depend on God. When our cold feet hit the floor in the morning, it’s a choice we make: carry a torch for Christ or clothe ourselves with worldly wonder.
You stand with me in the low places – when I am covered in the mire and the vines from the jungle hinder my clear view. You hold me when my tears are heavy and my outlook on life – is muddled and seems truly terrifying.
Outstretched and extended, my roots prod deeper and deeper into the rich soil of your goodness. They yearn for your splendor, provision and peace.
You stretched out your mighty hands and made the land beneath our feet. All sensation between my toes in the summer months is from you, Mighty Savior.
This hollow earth beneath your feet is claimed. It’s a battleground, dear one. A battle for your heart, mind and soul. Unseen warriors stand beside you – both good and bad. They speak over your precious mind; but, you have the choice to listen to the lovely promises being uttered or trust in the depraved words of the forces of darkness.
Child, look in my eyes – you are my romance. My heart swoons over you, my creation. I cannot help but marvel at the handiwork of my hands. Beautifully crafted, uniquely you. I made you, stamped you with your precise facial features for a purpose.
The wind will come, dear child because that’s just a part of this life. This phenomenon of nature was meant to sweep over your body, shake, rattle, and terrify you – but I tell you, “Be not afraid.”