There He Was, There We Were, There We Are

Heart so full with love this morning. Much more to share than can be written here. It is heard that God wants to reveal mighty things to the people of God, those even that are called forth into the kingdom that will answer. There is a crying out for it.


Psalm 40:5b says...And Your thoughts toward us Cannot be recounted to You in order If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered. 


Psalm 139:17 says...How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them!


There they stood. He was there. There was unity; though lack of communication even in the explanation of how the vision came to pass. Profound love in that moment. Instantly a new song could flood the house with a victorious love that unifies and removes every daunting hurt that does not alighn of love, the kind that casts out all fears never meant for ones on such holy ground. A piece of the understanding of the peace of God surpassing what we can understand. Erasing all that which was missed, completely closing the door on all shame, guilt and pain that has been brought wrongfully. Vindication being brought forth, even from the prayers that have been poured so tirelessly. The tears that have been cried endlessly. A reaping in joy. Yes, full with love...without effort. Brought out of the waters of life and a flowing forth that fills the house, the sanctuary of the spirit even with a love that has never been known. The source is past finding out. Redemption of hearts, visions, minds...eye to eye. Light that graces the house that brings blessing. Every fiber of the church feeling no loss; no lack, no limit. No limit of love. There is no search when you ask for the place where the flow is effortlessly given. Transforming transfer of love. Firelit path of God. Right there in your heart. Hidden, but then revealed. Much greater than self. Point of extension. Reception of love. The maker of all that has wronged; completing the pain that was with love that life be and hurt be no more about the dearly loved church.  Sweet softness of love that envelopes the heart where there is a forgotten place of harm. Words take on new meaning. Order just is. The bride wants to know the spotless covering; the washing of love over her, even as worship is poured forth through the new song coming forth. New realms dissolving imperfections, that hinder. Fullness of understanding.  Anointings  poured forth like sweet smelling purfume as love aligns the place. Love lines the house...all over the house. 


There He Was. There We Were. There We Are.


Posted this morning 11:27am