HE’S POURING OUT HIS SPIRIT ON ALL MEN

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Do you ever wonder when Father God is going to begin pouring out His spirit on all men?  Well, wonder no more.  Step outside and start talking to people.  Don’t preach to them, but listen to their experiences.

I have a friend who’s only been to church during one week of her life. It was when she was 14 yrs old. However, she and Father talk to each other every day and she has relied on Him all her life.  I wrote about her in another article called “Knowing God“.

And I have another friend who is New Age, and yet she embraces my spiritual experiences and trusts any messages I receive for her. She was raised Christian but found the lifestyle too limiting spiritually. She calls God “the universe” but her spiritual understanding often mirrors mine.

There’s another friend who has burned up so many brain cells with drugs and alcohol that she can only rarely carry on a real conversation with anyone. And yet God speaks with her.  And when she tells about those conversations, the profound reality of His omnipotence shines through.  It makes the hairs on my arms stand up.

And I have another friend who’s a homosexual and when he talks about his life with the Almighty, you know it is God and His love has filled this man’s life.

These friends are examples of something many believers are encountering. And it makes us pause and ponder what God is doing because He doesn’t appear to be limited by Christianity. He crosses all the lines of our taboos.

He fills homosexuals with the Holy Spirit, and He speaks to drug addicts, New Agers, and apparently complete strangers.

Maybe He didn’t get the memo that He has rules.

Or maybe we didn’t get the memo that the veil tore and everyone is welcome to relationship with Him.

He isn’t exclusive to us. And we don’t get any kudos in excluding these people from our lives.

And when I asked Him once if He wanted me to teach that person about Him, He emphatically told me “Keep your hands off. I’m her only teacher and I like it that way. Besides, look at you after all these years.  You’re still unlearning junk that keeps you from walking in freedom with me.”

Oh, how right He is.  It seems that every time I begin writing, another holy cow pops up and I have to tip her right over onto her side.

You see, quite often Father speaks to me as I write.  He’s right there.  After all, He’s my greatest inspiration.  He always steers the topic into something that thrills my heart.

And apparently, He’s doing the same thing to a whole lot of others too.  He’s pouring out His spirit on all men and He doesn’t care where they are.  And it’s amazing to see.

Church isn’t inside 4 walls anymore.  It is spread over the whole earth and Holy Spirit is blowing just like the scripture says.  He goes places that we don’t know.

It thrills me when I run into another example of His freedom.  Like the complete stranger in WalMart who becomes my hairdresser.  She doesn’t go to church and hasn’t done so in years.  But she knows that when her husband has a car accident and he is the only thing in the scene that walks away uncrunched in one piece, it was God.  And she gives Him all the credit.  So does her husband.

And here’s the real eye-opener.  Father isn’t pushing them toward a church.  He doesn’t seem to care about that much.

But with each one of these people, great Joy and Peace spill out from them.  Their hugs are lavish and generous.  Love exudes from them freely.

So, I’ve decided to enjoy this blowing wind and join the celebration He’s pouring out everywhere I look.  It’s like one big party of happiness and I’m having a ball.  And when someone talks about being a part of a believers community, I know that I already am.

Yes, I know there’s healing for them and for us all.  But that’s another topic.  And if they aren’t there, or don’t want to be there, then Father is OK with simple relationship.  Love is more than enough.  It’s the Good News!

Thank you for joining me.

Faith

MY SEAT

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My Seat is about Identity. It’s a place where we all come to learn about who we are in Christ and what we were created to accomplish in this life.

In My Seat, Faith Living shares her journey to Identity. The struggles with fear and resolution of heartbreaks. There she finds step by step healing, revelation, and guidance from Father God. Her story may seem unusual and may shift your paradigms, or it will touch your heart and open your mind to the miraculous. Either way, it will speak of the absolute omnipotent power of God to complete the work He began in us.

Some of the chapters were articles that Faith wrote in her blog Faith Living Now which began in 2013. They seemed to be random insight until their connection came to light under 4 topics: The Seat, The Kingdom, The Compassionate Heart, and The Rewards. Each of these were realities Faith encountered in her relationship with Father.

It is these 4 topics that have created this series of 4 books.

Faith shares her journey to encourage you and give you hope. It may also give you the courage to discover your own realities that Father God created for you from the beginning of the world.

KEY TO “NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN”

 

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When Hunny and I started off on a mini-vacation with our little motorhome, and things began breaking, I remembered Father’s words to me a couple months ago.  “Nothing missing, nothing broken”. It spoke to me of wholeness and completeness and the effect of His presence.

But did He mean more than the completeness of my soul and spirit?  Was that completeness also for our motorhome on this vacation? Or should I begin rationalizing because I live in a fallen world and this is the victimization I must expect?

How can that be?  In my mind, that was like saying “God is good in the spiritual but not so much in the natural because He is impotent in this fallen world”.

That can’t be true because most of us have experienced miracles and power.  We know Father is more than willing to move things on our behalf.  But the success of our prayers often seems sporadic.  So, we search for the constant as we excuse the inconstant. And we remember the scripture that says He will use everything to our benefit.

He will.  That was obvious when the towbar on the car broke and Hunny had to drive the car behind the motorhome.  It worried me because Hunny had been having problems with pain in his hip while riding in the car.  So, I prayed for him every mile we traveled. And Father turned it for our good. The pain was gone and Father gave us a revelation. Pain had come from Hunny’s body alignment. He leaned back when he was a passenger but sat straight-up while driving. It was a simple revelation and yet a miracle. Father had used the situation for our good.

On the last morning, as we prepped the motorhome for the final leg of our trip … another thing broke.  And then another.  They weren’t big items.  Nothing that would cause serious problems.  But suddenly out of my gut rushed something akin to righteous indignation.  I blurted out the words, “That is it!  Nothing else breaks!  This is my kingdom!  And everything here is perfect! Nothing missing, nothing broken!”

But a question hung in the air.  How does “nothing missing, nothing broken” apply to our practical lives?

Then after we got home, Father seemed almost too eager to fling the doors wide open for me to see. He pounced on the subject as soon as I poured a cuppa coffee and sat down at my desk.

He said we had been under spiritual attack which He allowed so I could grasp another of those kingdom keys from Him. Those keys make me an Overcomer.

“Anything is possible if you believe it. Do you believe you can have a life of “nothing missing, nothing broken”? He asked me.

“Father, are you saying we can live without anything breaking?  Ever?”

He reminded me of the children of Israel wandering in the desert for 40 years with Moses.  Their clothes didn’t wear out.

Then He asked me, “Imagine how much better your finances would be if you never had to buy things because the previous one broke?”

Then I saw an aspect of abundance that I hadn’t considered.  And I cringed at the thought of wearing the same shirt for 20 years. But His point was to expose the hole in my purse.  Even as we gain income, expenses increase.  Sure we can blame it on the economy or the government. But, it always seems like something knows we have more money and it sets out to drain it from our hands.  We get $250 in an unexpected bonus, and the next day a tire blows out costing exactly $250. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s noticed this. And I’ve always thanked Father for preparing us for the disaster.

But what if He is sending blessings that the enemy is stealing simply because I don’t know I can declare “nothing missing, nothing broken” in my kingdom?  What if this theft is possible because I excuse enemy attacks by saying “we live in a fallen world”?

Father reminded me that I have exactly what I can believe in my life.  And when I can’t move that needle closer to perfection, then maybe it’s because I’m accepting attack as normal, and victimization as part of life.

I’m very aware that every obstacle He has allowed in my life proved to be an opportunity for a new level of truth.  It caused me to go to Him for a key to overcome the challenge. Usually, I don’t do well overcoming when I resort to formula prayers and methods. But when I go to Him and get the key. Wha-la!

Father pointed out to me once, that the whole point of this life is learning to be an overcomer.  That is primary.   We aren’t here to endure a fallen world and live as victims in it.  We are here to change the status quo.  Make a difference. Move the needle and bring heaven to earth. That’s what the keys to the kingdom are for.

I certainly must admit that nothing … NOTHING on earth feels so good as when I get a key to an obstacle … and the key turns the lock!

It has nothing to do with working hard to have enough faith.  It’s simply about knowing Father has keys and He wants me to have them too.

I can’t prove to you that this works in my kingdom. All I know is that with each revelation of how the kingdom works, my life seems to become a little more perfect. Drama, turmoil, and chaos that I endured for so long, disappears farther and farther into the past. And perfection permeates everything more and more. Some of our friends don’t get it and they think our words about Father are just silly. But it goes on right before their eyes. And I think they are amazed even when they won’t admit it. Lol.

Yes, something that could have been a horrific disaster happened on our vacation when the tow bar broke. We don’t even know how long we’d been traveling with it that way. And in the status quo natural the car could have easily broken away from us on the highway. But it didn’t. And I believe it couldn’t. That’s because of the Angels and the divine protection we have, of course.

And in addition to using this for our benefit, Father opened a door so the repair may cost us nothing, or at worst, a minimal charge. Of course, just because we’re responsible people, we’ll have extra backup precautions installed too. And they will also not cost us extra.

I suspect that “nothing missing, nothing broken” will go on in my practical life. Simply because I finally believe it is a piece of the kingdom on earth. And I want every piece I can acquire of that amazing existence.

Certainly, I’m going to keep letting my Spirit declare awesome things over my kingdom and I’m going to keep asking for keys that bring heaven to earth. After all, I don’t have a problem living in paradise right here in front of everyone. And maybe I’m not doing it as well as I could be, but I’m doing it better than I used to. That’s progress in the right direction.

So, how will I feel if something breaks? Or something is missing? Will I sink into depression and the feeling that I’m doing it wrong? Nah, that’s not how the keys work. They aren’t my creation. They are Father’s creation and so am I. Whenever the consistent becomes inconsistent, it’s because there’s another key.

The Kingdom is a living thing. It is fluid (you know, like “living water”). And it is Spirit. It’s Alive. And so is everything in it. So, predictability often goes right out the window. And that’s the characteristic that keeps me reliant on Father every time, for every thing. I have come to love living this way. It’s an adventure!

Thank you for joining me on my journey. I love sharing the victories with you and I hope they bring overcoming blessings into your life.

Faith

LOSS: LESS IS MORE

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(This is a Guest Post from Lew Curtiss at the Creative Harmonies blog.)

I’ve been thinking too much. I’ve been thinking about loss, and in Father God, I have no loss. There remains nothing that anyone or anything can take from me. I have released it all. All means all. I won’t bore either of us with a list.

The other day I told Father God that if for some reason He took everything and everyone from me, if He lead me into complete and total isolation, for whatever reason, He Himself would be enough. And if not enough at the time, He would become so eventually. This is not because He’s all that would remain, but because He is truly all that I want and need.

I am becoming smaller and smaller. My footprint in this life is shrinking all the time. Father God is becoming greater and larger with each passing day. If I simply disappeared from this world, the shouts of joy in Heaven would echo through His Creation.

What I do care about is the attitude of the hearts of Father’s children, and that is the purpose of the art that He and I make. Together, we create in order to feed the hearts and lives of other people.

I am already not of this world, a place temporarily maimed by the Liar at the behest of Adam. Father Himself is leading me out into His Garden of Life and helping me to release even more from this life. These are things that I either didn’t think of on my own or didn’t even know I was connected to. I love Him for this cleansing liberty.

While in this world, and as Father helps me to, I live as did Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. I fear nothing and believe in Father’s deliverance. But if for some reason, I am not delivered, I still believe in Him who loves me anyway. In the end, I will dwell entirely in His Presence.

It’s interesting to me that there seems to be a balance between holding onto this world and embracing Heaven. The less I hold onto in this world, the more space there is within my being for Father and His divine Presence. And so it is that I willingly let go of more and more of this world. What I want is Father God, entirely, intimately, and completely.

There are so many layers to the lies we’ve all been fed by the Liar – so many. I find that fighting them is idiocy. Following Father God out of them, now that’s supreme wisdom. None of this transformation is done with my abilities but in the gifts of love from Father God.

IN THE SPIRIT OF LETTING GO

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Back in the day, when Hunny and I were more immature, we’d have some rip-roaring episodes now and then. Father never condemned me for any one of them and as I look back now, I can see His hand in each one. They were how we learned to live with each other, give each other wide berth to be ourselves, and respect the strength we inherently possessed individually.

Honestly, neither of us thought our marriage would survive very long. We were both so strong-willed and assertive. The match was definitely equal.

But we did learn. Sometimes unwillingly.

And we didn’t always go to bed in forgiveness. However, we often woke up that way.

It used to surprise me when I’d turn around and suddenly love him dearly when only moments ago anger had been spilling over. I remember the first time it happened, I resisted. After all, I was mad at him, wasn’t I? Shouldn’t I still be?  He hadn’t apologized.  And he had hurt my feelings.  I’d even cried my heart out.

But my Spirit would insist that I should simply let it go, and let love and laughter fill the space between us again. It was weird. We hadn’t settled anything. Shouldn’t we sit down and talk about this at length? Shouldn’t we hash out the boundaries?

Nope. Apparently, we shouldn’t. According to the Spirit inside me, we should leave what lies behind and step into the Joy and Love that is freely available.  It felt unfinished like leaving dirty dishes in the sink.  But it also felt like release and like lightness shining.

I learned to let go.  I learned to laugh and hug and kiss without knowing the answers to the questions.  And I learned to relax.  No one had to be in control when Love was around.  Mostly, I learned to let Father worry about it.  He’s a lot smarter than me anyway.

I know this isn’t traditional Christian teaching. But this is what we came to know as the resolution to all things. Let it go. Let it be. We weren’t wise enough to fix the inner workings of our personalities and characters. Only Holy Spirit knows what lays at the bottom and how to mold it. So, we let Him do what He does best.

And if the situation required a forthcoming decision, then we were a bit more respectful of each other in the following discussion.

I wanted to share this with you because, just maybe, your relationships aren’t traditional either.  And just maybe you need to hear that it’s OK.  Maybe you too have discovered unconventional means of resolution and healing.  And maybe it is the good thing to do.  The peaceful, loving, and restoring thing.

When Father’s Spirit lives inside us, He is more than capable.  He can do so much more than we have learned.  And we truly can lean on Him for resolution and love.  He is overflowing with it and gives it freely.

Hunny and I don’t live with old resentments or wounds and we have never given much time to apologies.  But if you ask either of us what has kept us through the years, we’d probably answer “Letting go and laughing”.  It’s miraculous.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.  I send blessings to accompany you on yours.

Faith

HOW CAN I AFFECT CURRENT DISASTERS?

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From my seat next to Jesus, I turned to Him and asked, “How can I affect these current disasters?  There’s a large hurricane headed for Florida and many fires burning in the northwest. And they aren’t exactly in my realm of influence, my kingdom.  So, my efforts aren’t as effective as someone who lives there and has the situation sitting in the middle of their heart.”

 

“So, what do I do, Jesus?  I don’t want to waste my time praying ineffective prayers.  Tell me what to do.

He indicated that I should look with Him into the valley from our lofty seats and He would show me.  So, I looked.

Immediately, the valley zoomed out almost the same way we zoom earthout on a computer picture.  Within moments, the whole earth as the blue ball spun before us.  However, it was stationary as we watched North American.

Smoke in the northwest trailed toward the central states and Hurricane IRMA spun like a top in the Atlantic.

 

And as I’ve learned to do in other situations here, I responded from my heart and my spirit.

First, my hand went to the northwest and I  waved over the smoke.  It had the same effect as an eraser, smudging and then thinning it. I did this several times until the smoke was so thin that it was nearly nonexistent.

Then I turned to the hurricane, but looked at Jesus, first, unsure if I should use the same action but then He nodded.

So I did the same smudging action with my palm which seemed to lessen its severity, but then I used my finger to smudge more intensely inside the hurricane’s path.

Then, I spoke to both situations, “You will not harm mankind in your actions.”

I didn’t feel anger, or desperation, or panic at all as I spoke.  But rather I could feel the Love pouring out from Jesus toward the storm and the fire.

 

It was the kind of Love a Creator would have toward His creation.

His heart wasn’t angry and His eyes weren’t stern.  Andsmudging like a potter who sees a flaw in the pot of the wheel, He splashed Love and soothed it.

I can see the fires as small embers now, smoldering quietly before going completely out.  And I can see the hurricane twirling like a small storm bringing a little rain and a small but momentary blustery wind.

The Love permeating these actions is so strong that nothing in creation can resist its pull.  Everything melts and bends in the presence of this King of Love.  It opens to His touch and receives His healing, welcoming His attention and His hand.

 

The whole experience filled me with so much Love that I leaned forward and embraced the whole Earth as best I could.

Mmmm.  Every action He takes from this Seat, results in my heart overflowing.  This is absolutely where I want to stay, sitting next to Him, watching Him, doing what He does, and being a party to His reign.  What could possibly be better than this?

As usual, after an encounter with Him here, this picture will take precedence in my heart and mind concerning this situation.  It is so vivid and full of Love that it will superimpose over any news story, or report that I hear from this moment onward.  It’s impossible to respond in any other way, except to completely believe.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.  I’m sending blessings and love to you as you travel yours.

Faith

ONE WAY MY SPIRIT MESSAGES COME

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I’d like to share with you one of the ways Spirit messages come to me from Father.  He has many ways, but one He has used often is an “impending” feeling that won’t leave me. As though something is hovering over my head and heart.  It’s similar to a person standing at the front door waiting for me to come and open.

 

Father is a gentleman.  He isn’t rude and intrusive.  And He often treats me with the same kind of respect that I approach Him.  He knocks and waits for an invitation to speak.

Often the sensation is so strong that I can’t continue whatever chore or task I’m in the process of doing because the sensation doesn’t go away. That doesn’t mean that it can’t go away. It can. I used to walk away from it because I didn’t know what it was and I misunderstood it as a sort-of anxiety. But it’s not anxiety at all.

It’s more aptly described as a “visitation”.

 

Another description of this experience is that it’s similar to receiving a beautifully wrapped gift. As the gift sets in front of me unwrapped, my spirit soars in anticipation.

Except this anticipation becomes intense as though it is vibrating or humming. And it gets even more intense as I begin to pay attention to it. Sometimes it weighs so heavy that it feels like it’s pressing on my lungs and I labor under it, eventually to the point that becomes a bit painful to bear.  Like a water balloon that keeps getting more and more full, eventually, the weight feels as though it will explode.

 

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Sometimes I go into my bedroom and shut the door or sit in a quiet room of the house. And if He doesn’t automatically begin speaking soon, I’ll say, “Do you have something to tell me? I’m listening.” (Like Samuel did as a child in the temple when God kept calling his name in the night.)

I open and release my imagination screen for His use because He often illustrates what He’s saying through a vision-like picture/video.  His illustrations add detail to His Words and I crave every piece of my gift like the icing flower on a cake.

 

Whatever begins playing in my imagination, I let it freely express.  My hands are off.  No censor here.  And even if it gets wild and beyond my expectations, I let it play because this is Him.  Not me.

Sometimes the messages are very personal and weighty like when they speak to my destiny or purpose. Those are definitely not something I share with others. (Don’t throw your pearls before the swine). These are treasures to be kept in my spirit, possibly noted in my Journal, but guarded highly. And that’s not to say that others are swine, lol. It’s simply that no one can value it or respect it like I do because it’s not theirs.

There are also messages that come for others. They are usually encouragement and confirmation. And those are for sharing freely.

Thank you for joining me on my journey.  I hope it is a blessing to yours.

Faith.

ECLIPSE OF THE SON?

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I’ve seen the eclipse of the Son, and no, I didn’t mean to say the sun. Although, I saw that one too and it was certainly a good physical example of a common spiritual circumstance.

I sat and watched as the sun was slowly obliterated by the intrusion of the moon and it reminded me of those moments in life when darkness creeps in and I can’t see the Light of Jesus.

It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped believing or lost my way, or that I’ll never see the Light again.  It means that something is blocking my view.

 

I will see the Son shining again if I patiently endure the darkness for a moment.

Scripture even mentions enduring to the end and I don’t think it’s talking about the literal end of the world.  Although, when darkness covers our lives it can certainly feel like the end of the world sometimes. But it isn’t.

 

An eclipse doesn’t last a lifetime and neither does the darkness. It might feel that way as my world becomes deathly silent and eerie, and frightening.

 

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But if I simply take a cue from how the Earth reacts, I might calmly sit down and join the silence, and wait. It might be the very best response of all.

Because I know that my world will continue turning and eventually the blockage will move.

 

 

I walked through some darkness recently. I also did it a few months ago. And at another time a few months before that.

Each time I felt like crying and panicking. And that’s when it’s easy to see ‘condemnation’ shaking his bony finger at me while his friend ‘blame’ whispers blasphemy in my ear.  Then, of course, there’s ‘desperation’ driving the getaway car with his buddy ‘panic’ in the passenger seat trying to destroy my smallest shreds of peace.

I hate the darkness. I hate it with every ounce of my being. And I won’t tell you that I always handle it perfectly. It’s an ongoing lesson after all these years. My heart still breaks when I’m in the middle of it and the tears still flow freely.

But, I know Jesus never leaves me. Nor is He punishing me. And neither did I do something wrong to deserve this.

 

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And sometimes it takes me a minute, but eventually, I remember experiences from the past. And I take a step back to consider this enemy.

Darkness is a game of smoke and mirrors that can’t actually extinguish the Light. It can only block my view for a moment. And not even for very long.

But ‘endurance’ is my friend. He’s a blah little guy who doesn’t get a lot of kudos and we think he’s rather annoying. Like ‘patience’, he doesn’t get a lot of love. We try to avoid them both or pretend they don’t exist for our benefit, but honestly, they do an amazing job albeit a difficult one.

They’re like the UPS guy wearing brown and scurrying around too busy to be very friendly. They’re all about the heavy lifting and persevering through the worst kinds of weather. But in their hands are wonderful gifts and exciting surprises that bring joy and comfort.

 

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I try to remember to appreciate ‘endurance’. And to look forward to the gift he’s bringing. In the end, it will most surely make me rejoice that Father made this day for me.

 

 

I will always see the Son again when He bursts forth like that diamond ring effect at the moment darkness loses its place. The birds will sing once more and paradise will be evident again.

And that is what I learned from the eclipse.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. I’m sending blessings of love to accompany you on yours.

Faith

WILL I OFFEND SOMEONE? CAN’T I WRITE ANYMORE?

 

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I was working on a couple of my new books last night when fear attacked me. It said, “Will I offend someone? Can’t I write anymore?”

I smiled, cocked my head, and I chalked this up to another piece of information. The spirit of offense wants me to be silent.

 

You see, I received an explosion from an offended group a few days ago.  I thought they were close friends and I had no idea what I’d written would offend them. Continue reading WILL I OFFEND SOMEONE? CAN’T I WRITE ANYMORE?

I’M ON A DIFFERENT PATH

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It’s sometimes difficult for me to scroll through my Facebook feed because it’s painfully obvious that I’m on a different path than most of my friends.  And they are people I love.

So, here I am, always sitting on my own rock, somewhere off to the side of the beaten path.  I’m staring out over my own private view which is absolutely amazingly beautiful. Continue reading I’M ON A DIFFERENT PATH