Don't awaken love before it's time

Jesus, can I just run into Your open arms once again today, and rest safe and secure in Your hug. Here I am,  the one You love, and want to spent time with. So many words inside my mind, and already all of them used up by someone else. It's a good thing words never get emptied of their meanings, nor thought provoking intentions. No doubt, You do not care. Whether word or deed, thought or feeling, none of these escape your heart as You pull in to meet us. I am so grateful Jesus. I am just so overwhelmed that You would love us so, even before we have managed to love You in return. What a lovely gift you hold out to each of us, each day. You never change, You never waiver, or forget to answer when we call. My voice is still sweet to Your ear, and so, I will tell You of my love for You. I won't delay this time, nor will I keep my thoughts to myself. Today is another opportunity, for love. I awoke with breath in my lungs, new and fresh, not yesterdays life, but newness in my spirit, and life within my bones. Will you wrap Your arms around me right now, even as I write. You are here, and nothing is between us as I slip right into Your Spirit. Here I will be, just You and me, sittin here in the light.  It is true Jesus, You are in me, and I am in You. I am transformed, it is amazing. Everything looks so different. Each time I put you on, the wonder begins to woo me once again. Wow, what a moment, what peace, and joy. Who'da thought just sneakin away for one little hug could bring so much life on the inside? It's like opening a door, once it is open a crack the light floods in, and the whole room is saturated with it's presence. Each time I open my heart to You, I hold my breath, I wait, and..... You...incredible You,  faithful One, You come in, You always show up, I need only open it a crack, and amazingly enough there You are, like a flood, filling me. This is where I wish to live, in Your house, all the days of my life, to see You here, to behold Your beauty, and to ask of You. I want to ask you every question that ever was. I want to know all that you are thinking. I want to know what You are feeling. What do You want today? What is going on in Your mind Lord? I want to know You. Well, this is the day I guess, that I would be asking.  This is it. The time is now, there are no guarantees for tomorrow, or for more time in the future.  I take it now, while it is still today. You are so awesome and I will not be deprived of a single moment more of Your presence. Not if I can help it. Soooo bye bye for now, to anyone who may be reading this, I gotta go. I have an appointment with the Son of God, to abide and be His, while I have breath within me and a day before me, I will go to the mountains of Myrrh and live. I will go and find that shade tree, and sit down quietly, and I will allow Him to feed me cakes and raisins, till love awakens afresh in my heart, and I find myself satisfied with in His love.

SILENCE SPEAKs louder then words

There is a silence, can you hear it, that is resting upon the earth like a heavy blanket that muffles the voice of God's ordinary children. I use ordinary not really as a truth, but as a loose medifore for those who don't seem to stick out as extraordinary. All of God's children are extraordinary. How can we not be? We are His handiwork. Right? Now, there seems to be so few that will venture out from beneath this cover that secures oneself in place.  We see it, we feel it, and we hear it, but for some unknown reason we can not seem to throw off the cocoon we have found ourselves wrapped up in. Do we wish to reveal what has been hiding under the cover of this silence? This blanket overshadows the best, the wisest, and even the smartest of us. I  think this blanket has a name. I call it, the status quo, don't rock the boat, or this is how it has always been done, this is how we do it here, you should do it this way, you should not do this or that, you are not called, you have missed the call, no one will listen anyway, who do you think you are, but this is what it is really, it is silence and fear in disguise. I too am caught up in this tangle of should and shouldn't at different times, and in different ways, and silence settles in to mask the unknown fears. Inside and under the blankets I wonder to myself, if I were to sing a dirge would the people mourn, or if I were to sing a wedding song will the people dance? Can you also relate? How many have plenty gas for their engines and yet so little oil to keep them from ceasing up? What does this have to do with blankets. It is time to make a loud noise on the earth, until the covers fall off! It is time to sing and dance, and wail and mourn. The Bridegroom is approaching. Pull back the covers and shout! The day of the Lord draws near! Get oil! Collect it now, before being forced to search it out at His arrival, when the doors will be shut, and all those outside will be banging on the door for entrance, but it will be too late. Here we are, the  signs of the times are playing out in panoramic view, like a song in perfect tune for the ear to hear, if we will have ears to hear. Look around. What do you hear? Everywhere I turn I hear the wake up call sounding. Voices of the brave ones sing out! There is no escaping, no hiding place, nowhere to run from the voice of the Lord. It just keeps coming. The sound is relentless, over and over again. Awake, awake! Oh sleeper arise. There is coming a sign and a wonder to the earth, and this sign and wonder is the God Man, with eyes like a flame of fire. Awake! The dark places keep getting darker, the light is really needed. We are in need of the light. Oh no! We, are the light bearer's, carriers of the much needed light. We contain the light. The light inside of us has a sound, it has movement, and it has life.  There is a silent scream beneath the covers fiercely fighting to escape. Release the sound! Lift the head! Open the gates! Light the lamps! God, send Your words forth from the lips of your ordinary children, from those who thought they had no sound. As a beam of light tears a hole in the blanket of silence, I grab hold of threads that cause an unravelling of lies. God likes us. God likes us NOW, not in a few years when we have dealt with our issues. No, now, now, now, we are His Righteousness NOW! How is it we are not hearing this truth? Is it that we have not ears to hear with, or is it not being spoken out. What kinda teachings are we listening to under these covers. Who has been preaching to us. Jesus, break the silence that seems to scream louder then Your Words, and let us hear the light and truth. I want to hear through the deafening sounds of silence. I want to hear of Your returning, I want to hear about who we truly are. I long for our words to be louder then the silence that so threatens to swallow us up, along with the world round about us.  Sadly enough many have bought into the lie that we are ordinary, powerless, voiceless. This is so untrue, such a lie. Well it is time to believe the truth, kick off the covers and let the light out!  It is our day to shine, to speak, to scream into the dark, "I am rising up, as a bride, without spot or wrinkle, because I AM THE JOY that has been set before HIM" and on that day, the day of His gladness, He will be crowned by His mother, the church, [that's us] with us. We are His crown, and glory. He will wear us. We are His inheritance. We are prepared and ready, clothed in His Righteousness, a beauty to behold, the jewel on His brow. We will speak the truth, and sound the alarm. We are throwing off the covers, the grave clothes of silence".  I hear the children of God declare "let there be LIGHT!" and the Lord saw that it was good, and the children of God were revealed, the groaning of the earth will cease. How did  the blanket get removed? When we banish all fear, with the confidence of His love over us. When we cash in on the Lord's benefits, by walking in His grace, abandoning the beggar mentality and embracing a bridal understanding. When by the Word we allow ourselves to be transformed by the renewing of the MIND, we will find our emotions will follow suit, and pretty soon so will our mouths with WORDS of life that will resound louder then any cry of silence that once was. To sum it all up I would pray, "Lord make us exceedingly zealous for Your honor, for the day of Your indignation is upon us. Give us encounter with Your Spirit so that we will have oil for our lamps. Make us ready and confident in Your love and leadership. Ready to believe truth always, and ready to speak Your light into the dark places, in love and without fear, and in power. Help us break the sound barrier, with the cry of Your heart. Lord I am ready, I wish to come out from under the covers, amen" The church must stop its silence, and call to Him, "God separate me from everything that hinders the fire in me!", and HE will hear it, and pull back the blanket just to hear what all that noise is about.