last night i dreamt i stood in a long line. i was nearing the front when i heard grumbling from the person directly behind me. i turned toward them to offer an alternate option; while speaking i used my hands.
i noticed their response to my offer was larger than anticpated. the response had grown from singular interest in what i was offering to the girl behind, and then the next group of people and on back. it spread like fire. their overwhelming response to me was in quick grasps of breath YES, MORE, PLEASE!
at first i spoke only into one set of eyes, and only gestured mildly, but it quickly became evident that the combination of vocalizing and opening my palms was very powerful. i sensed there was something coming from my physical body that was more than physical, and was evident by the a) wide-eyed awe of the ever closing-in crowd and b) by the bodies bobbling backward to the ground as if pushed. this both surprised me and made me laugh.
whatever IT was, IT was pouring out through my voice and my palms. so i spoke louder, through laughter, and swung my arms wider until the entire line behind me was grounded.
i'm fairly sure the line was to an alter of sorts to receive prayer/healing/deliverance. i was then left as the last one to be filled up that day, but oh how the fire flowed thru me! hahahhaaa
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
like a dream
today, after taking my sister lunch i received a call from her to come over to a friend's place "Cloverdale Ranch" where she was house-sitting to pilfer through some antique jewerly she had been presented with by a friend who was purging. this didn't initially spark any recollection of things that my dreams are made of, regardless, i went because i love my sister and also was curious about said jewelry.
i got there. i walked with her through the massive house to the garden where we trimmed some basil and lavender. when we came back in, she pointed toward the front room where she had placed the antique jewelry stash, telling me to go ahead and look through and and take whatever i want as my own.
i walked to the couch, still without any thought of coorilation. i sat down and shuttered. there beside me was a paper bag, just like that in my dream (of former blog, "spoils of war"). i reached in and pulled out piece after piece of jewelry that was once worn by people who lived and were vibrant, now (judging by the style and age of these pieces) were likely dead and gone.
i handled each piece with care and have since left with a few gems as proof to myself of manifestation of His promises.
i got there. i walked with her through the massive house to the garden where we trimmed some basil and lavender. when we came back in, she pointed toward the front room where she had placed the antique jewelry stash, telling me to go ahead and look through and and take whatever i want as my own.
i walked to the couch, still without any thought of coorilation. i sat down and shuttered. there beside me was a paper bag, just like that in my dream (of former blog, "spoils of war"). i reached in and pulled out piece after piece of jewelry that was once worn by people who lived and were vibrant, now (judging by the style and age of these pieces) were likely dead and gone.
i handled each piece with care and have since left with a few gems as proof to myself of manifestation of His promises.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
overlooked
i dreamt izzy and i were at some sort of small event (thinking church event - like a family fun night) in a different country where we were visiting. there was only one other American there, a male who was only an acquaintance. there was a loud noise outside and someone came running into the building screaming that "they were coming!" it was chaotic, everyone scrambled to gather their families and hide. we were seperated from the other American, but remained calm. i held izzy against me as we made our way toward the exit. a man in military garb busted in. we were face to face with him. he pushed passed us, unscathed by the fact we were making our way into the crowded street. i knew they were looking for us, but they didn't expect their description to include us. they knew they were looking for an American who was important to ______-mission or the opposing force. they thought the person they were looking for was a)male b)a spy of sorts due to the knowledge they had accessed. they also had vague details that weren't fully accurate, like *he* eats like a Jew. the soldier who pushed passed us wouldn't expect a young woman and her child to be vital to any military mission. so, we entered the streets of this country...full of confusion...some streets had blockaids...others were simply swarming with military force of sorts.
a few days passed and things had settled down a bit, but the search continued. the military had taken up residence in this city. we walked down the street, through the outdoor markets, through the culturally rich areas of the city. looking around, i knew the next state of things for certain buildings. one that stands out would be burnt to the ground but would be re-built there on the river but take on a differnt form...museum or theatre of sorts. across the way, we ate on the outdoor balcony of a restaurant. there were 3 men enjoying themselves at the restaurant bar within view. 1 glanced our way a few times during our meal. at the end of our meal, our server asked if we'd be having dessert. Izzy asked (a typical question for us) if the dessert had milk in it. I don't recall the server's response, but the 1 man at the bar had obviously been tuning in. He perked up, but also looked perplexed. i pretended not to notice. Izzy and I paid and left. As we did, this 1 man also paid and broke away from his buddies at the bar to follow us out...even held the door and made an effort to strike up friendly conversation.
I'm not sure that he was part of the military group looking for us, but I'm sure he had heard what they were looking for. By Izzy's request at the restaurant, he knew 1 part, but by striking up conversation was trying to solidify our country of origin. I was hesitant to give away that part of our identity, but spoke kindly toward him anyways.
Around that time, I woke up. I'm not sure which side of things he was on, but fairly sure he was about to offer us a place to stay and/or a way out if we wanted it. I'm not sure that we wanted a way out, but I was sure he and his family were about to be blessed.
a few days passed and things had settled down a bit, but the search continued. the military had taken up residence in this city. we walked down the street, through the outdoor markets, through the culturally rich areas of the city. looking around, i knew the next state of things for certain buildings. one that stands out would be burnt to the ground but would be re-built there on the river but take on a differnt form...museum or theatre of sorts. across the way, we ate on the outdoor balcony of a restaurant. there were 3 men enjoying themselves at the restaurant bar within view. 1 glanced our way a few times during our meal. at the end of our meal, our server asked if we'd be having dessert. Izzy asked (a typical question for us) if the dessert had milk in it. I don't recall the server's response, but the 1 man at the bar had obviously been tuning in. He perked up, but also looked perplexed. i pretended not to notice. Izzy and I paid and left. As we did, this 1 man also paid and broke away from his buddies at the bar to follow us out...even held the door and made an effort to strike up friendly conversation.
I'm not sure that he was part of the military group looking for us, but I'm sure he had heard what they were looking for. By Izzy's request at the restaurant, he knew 1 part, but by striking up conversation was trying to solidify our country of origin. I was hesitant to give away that part of our identity, but spoke kindly toward him anyways.
Around that time, I woke up. I'm not sure which side of things he was on, but fairly sure he was about to offer us a place to stay and/or a way out if we wanted it. I'm not sure that we wanted a way out, but I was sure he and his family were about to be blessed.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
know the names of God, lest they be used against you
i dreamt the names of God were being used against His own people...it, sadly, was not even a covert opperation.
the names of God were being used against His people, because they did not know His Name...what it sounds or looks like! and the enemy laughed.
i saw a man telling these people how he was going to destroy them. in his description, he used a language THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN FAMILIAR WITH -- the language of God. it was a game for him...to vainly show-out in front of God as if saying "see, they don't even know who you are!"
what was bad, was that in many instances these people were claiming they were God's people, but they didn't know what God smelled-like, tasted-like, sounded-like. essentially, they didn't know His heart. therefore, this man (the evil one) was able to use thier lack of wisdom against them.
what would have been better was if this man would have approached them, spelling out his plan to destroy them in these ways thinking he was going to trick them, but they had done their studying and they had done their fair share of nestling into God's chest so that they were not intimidated but rather laughed in his face.
breaking this down: i took a few years of the French language through high school and college and have retained a little bit of it, but it would be foolish of me to claim to speak fluently. if i were in France and someone sought to uncover my false claim about being fluent in the language, they could easily come up to me at my car and yell angrily in plain French saying that they were going to put nails in front of my car tires so that when i come out and try to drive away, i would be stranded. i, speaking as little French as i do, may not fully understand other than to know the man is angry and he wishes me ill. this could be frightening! however, if i were fluent in French as i claimed to be, it would be simple to know that if he really followed through with his plan then i needn't be harmed at all. all i have to do is either move the nails before driving over them or reverse out of my spot.
i am saying that church-people are claiming to be fluent in God-speak.
i am saying the devil too is fluent in God-speak.
he is laughing as he speaks his plans to us in God-speak, because he expects us to not understand.
but what if we did?! then, you could laugh back. what the evil one means for harm, God means for good!
use His names, speak them!
Jehovah, The Lord/Unchangeable/Intimate God
Jehovah Jireh, the Lord our Provider
Jehovah Rophe, the Lord my Health
Jehovah Shalom, the Lord my Peace and Wholeness
Jehovah Rohi, the Lord my Shepherd
El Shaddai, All Sufficient One
Jehovah Tsaboth, the Lord of Hosts
Elohim, God our Sovereign Mighty Creator
Jehovah Gmolah, the Lord Who Rewards
Makkeh, the One Who molds me
Adonai, Lord and Master
M'Kaddesh, the Lord My Sanctifier
Nissi, my Banner of Victory
Tsidkenu, my Righteousness
Jehovah Shammah, God is There/Here
ElElyon, God Most High
Elohay, The Lord My God
El Elohe Israel, the Personal God of Israel
Jehovah Eloheenu, The Lord our God
don't boast to be fluent lest your claims be used against you. know the names of God. know His voice, His touch, and His power.
call on the names of The Lord and expect and answer.
the names of God were being used against His people, because they did not know His Name...what it sounds or looks like! and the enemy laughed.
i saw a man telling these people how he was going to destroy them. in his description, he used a language THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN FAMILIAR WITH -- the language of God. it was a game for him...to vainly show-out in front of God as if saying "see, they don't even know who you are!"
what was bad, was that in many instances these people were claiming they were God's people, but they didn't know what God smelled-like, tasted-like, sounded-like. essentially, they didn't know His heart. therefore, this man (the evil one) was able to use thier lack of wisdom against them.
what would have been better was if this man would have approached them, spelling out his plan to destroy them in these ways thinking he was going to trick them, but they had done their studying and they had done their fair share of nestling into God's chest so that they were not intimidated but rather laughed in his face.
breaking this down: i took a few years of the French language through high school and college and have retained a little bit of it, but it would be foolish of me to claim to speak fluently. if i were in France and someone sought to uncover my false claim about being fluent in the language, they could easily come up to me at my car and yell angrily in plain French saying that they were going to put nails in front of my car tires so that when i come out and try to drive away, i would be stranded. i, speaking as little French as i do, may not fully understand other than to know the man is angry and he wishes me ill. this could be frightening! however, if i were fluent in French as i claimed to be, it would be simple to know that if he really followed through with his plan then i needn't be harmed at all. all i have to do is either move the nails before driving over them or reverse out of my spot.
i am saying that church-people are claiming to be fluent in God-speak.
i am saying the devil too is fluent in God-speak.
he is laughing as he speaks his plans to us in God-speak, because he expects us to not understand.
but what if we did?! then, you could laugh back. what the evil one means for harm, God means for good!
use His names, speak them!
Jehovah, The Lord/Unchangeable/Intimate God
Jehovah Jireh, the Lord our Provider
Jehovah Rophe, the Lord my Health
Jehovah Shalom, the Lord my Peace and Wholeness
Jehovah Rohi, the Lord my Shepherd
El Shaddai, All Sufficient One
Jehovah Tsaboth, the Lord of Hosts
Elohim, God our Sovereign Mighty Creator
Jehovah Gmolah, the Lord Who Rewards
Makkeh, the One Who molds me
Adonai, Lord and Master
M'Kaddesh, the Lord My Sanctifier
Nissi, my Banner of Victory
Tsidkenu, my Righteousness
Jehovah Shammah, God is There/Here
ElElyon, God Most High
Elohay, The Lord My God
El Elohe Israel, the Personal God of Israel
Jehovah Eloheenu, The Lord our God
don't boast to be fluent lest your claims be used against you. know the names of God. know His voice, His touch, and His power.
call on the names of The Lord and expect and answer.
Friday, September 24, 2010
spoils of war
i had a dream last night that i had extreme favor. this time, the favor was with a great military leader. this military leader had to make some difficult decisions in some difficult times. apparently, his arm was the strongest, moved the fastest, and was sent into the most dangerous places. i stood before them having seen that he had shaved all their heads and then given them a drink that would, in the weakest ones, cause a mark to appear on their heads. after they drank it, he told them that the ones who had a mark appear on their already bald heads, he would dispose of. they were too week to bother continuing feeding. they only had enough food and drink to sustain the strong ones. they stood at attention, not knowing their own fate, unable to see if there was a mark on their own head or not. there were soooo many of them, lined up at 5-yard intervals. my heart ached to see these lives squelched, and by their vary own leader. but, with this leader, i had EXTREME favor. he not only didn't mind me living, he saw it as an advantage that i ate of the best they had. i ate what was on reserve for the highest military leaders such as himself. he also gave me rights to ALL the personal items belonging to those who were being weeded out his army. one-by-one, as they were disposed of, i was brought bag-by-bag their personal affects to choose to keep as my own or to trash. during my disposing of the first few bags of the dead, i was emotionally wounded...literally sick over the killing of these formerly strong brave men and women soldiers...so much that i hardly looked to claim any of their belongings. i made trips to a military secret base to store away anything i did not want. the first trip i made, i simply held up the goods and told them who sent me. each time after, they saw my face and waived me on...into the secret places, many levels beyond civilian access. on the next trip, i remember traveling fast - cutting the wind from point A to point B and with a lump in my throat, speaking out in my spirit language, and the one traveling with me speaking back that there was a plan. my next time back to where the troops were camped, i opened the bag and found a stack of childrens little train books and those were the first of many things that were given to me that i accepted from this general...this one was a gift for Israel. How could I say no? i could not, with honor, show anything but thankfulness for these "spoils." were i to show sorrow or judgement, none of these things would be mine, as the general would be offended. i woke up before i opened anything else, but there were many many men to go and more than i could ever ask for was to be found within their belongings.
wow, thank You God! i have a lot of processing to do, but i'll be back here to unwind this thing...
in the bags i was presented was more than i could use, but also plenty of all the things i could use: the best books and toys for Izzy, cash, gift cards to all my favorite places, deeds to homes all over the world, deeds to boats and automobiles, the finest jewelry including but not limited to wedding bands, bank account and safe deposit box information, coats boots and hats for immediate use, and the best personal care items.
what i could use, i claimed, what i could not use or carry i put in the secret place. a storehouse, have you. and my identity was the only thing that got me by.
i'm realizing how important it is that we are ourselves fully - that we come into the identity He has for us. there's soooo much more to unravel. i'll be back again later.
wow, thank You God! i have a lot of processing to do, but i'll be back here to unwind this thing...
in the bags i was presented was more than i could use, but also plenty of all the things i could use: the best books and toys for Izzy, cash, gift cards to all my favorite places, deeds to homes all over the world, deeds to boats and automobiles, the finest jewelry including but not limited to wedding bands, bank account and safe deposit box information, coats boots and hats for immediate use, and the best personal care items.
what i could use, i claimed, what i could not use or carry i put in the secret place. a storehouse, have you. and my identity was the only thing that got me by.
i'm realizing how important it is that we are ourselves fully - that we come into the identity He has for us. there's soooo much more to unravel. i'll be back again later.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
more ranch, anyone?
*forgive typos and shorthand. tonight i write with sleeping bebe on my other arm.
lastnight i dreamt of the disgustingness that was fake meat and cheese. this is significant due to the fact that i have temporarily, willingly (not for any outrageous diet nor love of living things) given up eating anything from an animal. so, yes there are times i lust after meat and cheese...but that passes. and, to this point, my cravings have yet to drive me into despiration. despiration, for me looks like a scene from the above mentioned dream--holding out my hand to accept these expensive substitutes for what i really want that will never taste as good no matter how much ranch is involved!
i love that God speaks to me in MY specific language. only He knows how much of a textures person i really am. no mushy canned-turkey-like-meat-substitute will ever replace a juicy thigh morsel. nom nom.
it's also appropriate that He would show me how disgusting it is to indulge in a substitute. in this case, an over-priced tasteless over-processed pre-formed piece of yuca sold in an attempt to satisfy a craving for well-seasoned cooked flesh of a fattened farm animal...preposterous! at what cost will i submit myself to that which is counterfiet?
so, what? i had a stinky fake-meat dream. no. i dreamt about trying to find satisfaction in the wrong form of what's right.
for you and me, that may look a myriad of ways, but it seems the most obvious paralell to draw is by following the words counterfeit and substitute with the word love--conterfeit love, substitute love. of which i have no interest in.
so, why, if i believe in the real thing (love), but have been intentionally obstaining from Godly relationships that may lead to that, do i dare to hold out my hand to accept an emotionally expensive counterfeit?!
you ask...
1-how do i "hold out my hand?" i've held out my hand by batting my eyes (and other things) in the general direction of incredibly kind, attractive, interesting young men who (here's the kicker) are a- emotionally unavailale, b- more interested in their drug-of-choice than their God-of-choice, or c- forget to be gentlemanly over being charming. and oh, i've been charmed. more ranch, anyone?
2-how do i know it's counterfiet? i've been charmed. not intentionally. actually, i've been told in so many words that "this is NOT real meat." and i've been shown. something i'd never do with real meat 'cause it wouldn't need it, dipped in ranch. we dip in ranch everytime we eat. and don't get me wrong, RANCH IS GOOD. it would just be out of place on a filet. but a yuca stick needs some enhancing.
yuca is expensive. *sigh* sadness from "i miss you"s and building discipline to not jump into his arms is a high cost to pay for tasting something that, in the end, doesn't taste or feel like the real stuff anyways.
so, to tie this all together, that temptation does continually arise to open my hands (er heart) to the fake stuff...but i trust my will is stronger than these cravings. i will not be driven to despiration. no more ranch.
lastnight i dreamt of the disgustingness that was fake meat and cheese. this is significant due to the fact that i have temporarily, willingly (not for any outrageous diet nor love of living things) given up eating anything from an animal. so, yes there are times i lust after meat and cheese...but that passes. and, to this point, my cravings have yet to drive me into despiration. despiration, for me looks like a scene from the above mentioned dream--holding out my hand to accept these expensive substitutes for what i really want that will never taste as good no matter how much ranch is involved!
i love that God speaks to me in MY specific language. only He knows how much of a textures person i really am. no mushy canned-turkey-like-meat-substitute will ever replace a juicy thigh morsel. nom nom.
it's also appropriate that He would show me how disgusting it is to indulge in a substitute. in this case, an over-priced tasteless over-processed pre-formed piece of yuca sold in an attempt to satisfy a craving for well-seasoned cooked flesh of a fattened farm animal...preposterous! at what cost will i submit myself to that which is counterfiet?
so, what? i had a stinky fake-meat dream. no. i dreamt about trying to find satisfaction in the wrong form of what's right.
for you and me, that may look a myriad of ways, but it seems the most obvious paralell to draw is by following the words counterfeit and substitute with the word love--conterfeit love, substitute love. of which i have no interest in.
so, why, if i believe in the real thing (love), but have been intentionally obstaining from Godly relationships that may lead to that, do i dare to hold out my hand to accept an emotionally expensive counterfeit?!
you ask...
1-how do i "hold out my hand?" i've held out my hand by batting my eyes (and other things) in the general direction of incredibly kind, attractive, interesting young men who (here's the kicker) are a- emotionally unavailale, b- more interested in their drug-of-choice than their God-of-choice, or c- forget to be gentlemanly over being charming. and oh, i've been charmed. more ranch, anyone?
2-how do i know it's counterfiet? i've been charmed. not intentionally. actually, i've been told in so many words that "this is NOT real meat." and i've been shown. something i'd never do with real meat 'cause it wouldn't need it, dipped in ranch. we dip in ranch everytime we eat. and don't get me wrong, RANCH IS GOOD. it would just be out of place on a filet. but a yuca stick needs some enhancing.
yuca is expensive. *sigh* sadness from "i miss you"s and building discipline to not jump into his arms is a high cost to pay for tasting something that, in the end, doesn't taste or feel like the real stuff anyways.
so, to tie this all together, that temptation does continually arise to open my hands (er heart) to the fake stuff...but i trust my will is stronger than these cravings. i will not be driven to despiration. no more ranch.
Monday, September 20, 2010
commentary on Isaiah 6:10 and how it's applicable today
We may learn here,
(1) That the effect of truth is often to irritate people and make them more wicked.
(2) The truth must, nevertheless, be proclaimed.
This effect is not the fault of the truth; and it is often well that the heart should be known, and the true effect should be seen.
'Go, and proclaim truth to a corrupt and sensual people, and the result will be that they will not hear; they are so wicked that they will not attend to it; they will become even more hardened; yet go, and though certain of producing this effect, still proclaim it.' Isaiah 6:10
See this passage explained in the notes at John 12:40 (at bible.cc) Although, I have to mention this is not the only reference to "sensual" people being dulled/hardened. See also: Matthew 13:15, Acts 28:27, Deuteronomy 29:4, Psalm 69:23, Psalm 119:70, Isaiah 29:10-14, Isaiah 44:18, Isaiah 5:21). I make the above scripture references for the doubters and double-checkers. I tend to do the same thing lest I be lead astray by a single out of context scripture-reference.
I speak on 2 different levels...and therefore to two different hearers...
1-to those who believe that "the mark of a wise prophet is a lack of words." I believe more, the scripturally sound advice that "if God reveals it, He'll heal it." Yes, truth can burn and people can twist truth so that it does real damage BUT again this effect is not the fault of truth!
2-to those who believe for restored vision. i receive my fully restored vision based on the fact that i am not "corrupt and sensual" but "covered and chaste;" and the result will be that i WILL see and hear and I will become more attuned to truth as I go proclaiming it!
'Go, and proclaim truth to a corrupt and sensual people, and the result will be that they will not hear; they are so wicked that they will not attend to it; they will become even more hardened; yet go, and though certain of producing this effect, still proclaim it.' Isaiah 6:10
(1) That the effect of truth is often to irritate people and make them more wicked.
(2) The truth must, nevertheless, be proclaimed.
This effect is not the fault of the truth; and it is often well that the heart should be known, and the true effect should be seen.
'Go, and proclaim truth to a corrupt and sensual people, and the result will be that they will not hear; they are so wicked that they will not attend to it; they will become even more hardened; yet go, and though certain of producing this effect, still proclaim it.' Isaiah 6:10
See this passage explained in the notes at John 12:40 (at bible.cc) Although, I have to mention this is not the only reference to "sensual" people being dulled/hardened. See also: Matthew 13:15, Acts 28:27, Deuteronomy 29:4, Psalm 69:23, Psalm 119:70, Isaiah 29:10-14, Isaiah 44:18, Isaiah 5:21). I make the above scripture references for the doubters and double-checkers. I tend to do the same thing lest I be lead astray by a single out of context scripture-reference.
I speak on 2 different levels...and therefore to two different hearers...
1-to those who believe that "the mark of a wise prophet is a lack of words." I believe more, the scripturally sound advice that "if God reveals it, He'll heal it." Yes, truth can burn and people can twist truth so that it does real damage BUT again this effect is not the fault of truth!
2-to those who believe for restored vision. i receive my fully restored vision based on the fact that i am not "corrupt and sensual" but "covered and chaste;" and the result will be that i WILL see and hear and I will become more attuned to truth as I go proclaiming it!
'Go, and proclaim truth to a corrupt and sensual people, and the result will be that they will not hear; they are so wicked that they will not attend to it; they will become even more hardened; yet go, and though certain of producing this effect, still proclaim it.' Isaiah 6:10
Friday, September 10, 2010
All In
All In
I have an amazing life! This is not specifically what I chose nor could I have dreamt this up in a million years, but I find myself again sitting in sand...holding a beautiful sleeping baby whose hair is gently blowing in the wind. The beach is mostly vacant and the only sounds are breaking waves and distant laughter. Occasionally a couple walks or runs by dusting us with a few more granules of wonderfulness.
I am ALL IN! Daddy, if this peace I Now know is what you have for me as I obediently traded in my professional life and pride in small success from climbing a corporate latter and acquiring important sounding titles, I want more. Papa, if this great health, radiant skin, and long life are what You have for me from trading in my late nights of drinking to forget and binging on cakes, candies, and fried foods for comfort...I want more! If closing in on financial freedom is what I have in exchange for high credit limits at every retail store and overflowing closets of clothes that barely cover, I want more...more instruction, more wisdom, more freedom!
Most people hear OBEDIENCE and wince, but I'm finding if I run straight into it, it yields more than I can fathom.
Holy Spirit, as there's more of me to give, I surrender it to You as seed. I'm going ALL IN with expectations of a harvest I'm not capable of holding. I expect more than enough to store and 10 times more to share.
I have an amazing life! This is not specifically what I chose nor could I have dreamt this up in a million years, but I find myself again sitting in sand...holding a beautiful sleeping baby whose hair is gently blowing in the wind. The beach is mostly vacant and the only sounds are breaking waves and distant laughter. Occasionally a couple walks or runs by dusting us with a few more granules of wonderfulness.
I am ALL IN! Daddy, if this peace I Now know is what you have for me as I obediently traded in my professional life and pride in small success from climbing a corporate latter and acquiring important sounding titles, I want more. Papa, if this great health, radiant skin, and long life are what You have for me from trading in my late nights of drinking to forget and binging on cakes, candies, and fried foods for comfort...I want more! If closing in on financial freedom is what I have in exchange for high credit limits at every retail store and overflowing closets of clothes that barely cover, I want more...more instruction, more wisdom, more freedom!
Most people hear OBEDIENCE and wince, but I'm finding if I run straight into it, it yields more than I can fathom.
Holy Spirit, as there's more of me to give, I surrender it to You as seed. I'm going ALL IN with expectations of a harvest I'm not capable of holding. I expect more than enough to store and 10 times more to share.
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