In All Sizes

A quietness envelopes my home this night though busyness prevails. Reflecting as I move about, going here and there. Chores, errands, wrapped packages array the table. If you didn't know differently one might have cause to think it was Christmastime. About the house this evening, tying up fragmented to-do lists. Never have liked clutter much...likened to the spiritual condition of the heart. If it is in your vise it can seem a daunting task to remove should it weigh down your heart. Procrastination and a host of others then set up camp. Such clutter has encompassed the body as a whole...envy, strife, debate, lovelessness ....oh, how my heart yearns for each one in this state, thinking of the lack I sense so unnecessary. Nevertheless, we pray. I could pray for days, relentless, unceasing, unending prayer. The depths of my soul longing, the deepest groaning for the healing of many. Jesus had that Lazarus shout deep inside of love. He wanted that man healed. He wanted others to believe. He wanted his friend back. He wanted to be obedient. He wanted to bring him forth. He wanted him to walk. Encountering a man in a meeting one night not so long ago I recall as I write, that Lazarus shout that felt like it was in my feet, roaring for this man to get up and out of that chair unneeded. Oh God let his faith come alive and walk!


Packages to be mailed out . And my son leaving the day after that to begin a new chapter. Bless Him Lord with his childhood dreams. Reawaken the generosity, playfulness and wisdom of his heart unto all the wonderment of life embedded deep within and the teach in his precious hands that has kept him forever young. May he reach all new heights and depths of love with getting to know you more. A blowing wind of great grace rest over him everywhere he steps I pray. Amen. The gifts are longing to be distributed… What is the church waiting on outside of word and spirit? Do we not know what we have in him? Seems if we had an ear to hear we'd realize the pianos of the spirit need tuning. Yes, I speak unto my self as well. Humility doesn't flow easily until encountering rocks in the stream. While wading through the sunshine often we step over something and view damns up ahead that are there in the natural but nevertheless moved by faith that the unseen realities be real in the spirit, in the heavenly places in Christ. God, help us to be keen of spirit in a sense of urgency. Oh, how he loves us…. Oh, how he loves us….Oh, how he loves!

I Am the Anointing

I am inspiration 

Poured upon the heart 

     A precious broken cup
     Love all bottled up 

Fashioned in the moment  
Spontaneous from above 

I, both, see you and I know 
With both knees I'm bowed low 


I long to pour upon you  
Words and songs of healing, too 
Having hands made of the Father 
That longs to be and do  

Creative inspiration 
Taking long to be 
As wine ferments in bottles
Of days of old like me  

I'll love you like no other 

Fear grips one who doesn't know 

Don't run my love; for I am free  

It's what was done upon that tree  

Let my hands just touch your heart  

And bring you what you need 

So much life to be granted 

     From my abundant seed 
   
     Let me wash you with my glory     
     And water of my word 
     I want  to serve you as I know  
     To be that blessing in the flow 
   
     You'll see through crystal waters
     The wisdom from my love 
     Praise of dawns pure light 
     So much joy and no more fight...Just love 


          ...I am the Anointing!.