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A WORD from September 24th, 2013

And He said,

“I’ve seen your thoughts each day, wondering about your purpose and thinking your realm of responsibility is insignificant.  It’s larger than you know, and that realm is your kingdom.  I gave it to you.  But you didn’t grasp your daily responsibilities of Administering from your heavenly seat, your throne.

You saw that concept as a pretty, heavenly vision, but you didn’t comprehend the importance of your seat of Administration.  If you don’t administer your kingdom, then no one else will, and everyone inside your realm is subject to the small insidious deteriorations of life in this Earth without Heavenly overseer-ship.

Evil roams.  It doesn’t sleep.  It plants small holes of deterioration that can tear down and destroy.  New holes are planted every day.  Some are imperceptible to you except that I show you.

See!  Now you are beginning to grasp the importance of your seat.  It is one of Love.  You Administer from Love and through Love and are guided by Love.  But you must Administer.  Administer through me.   Love is me.  Love creates growth and changes every day.

Now I’m teaching you how to Administer from the seat I gave you. Sit on it every morning.  Sit inside me.  Sit and look around.  Survey the fabric of your kingdom in a new light each morning.

You cannot pray a prayer for your family, your friends, or your world once a week. Blessing them all by rote will not suffice.  Do not look at a list of prayer’s but rather ask me to see it all.  See the new growth and the new deteriorations.  See the weaknesses that will require daily work, but see them anew each day.  See the repairs and the beginnings.  Then build on them rather than rehashing yesterday’s repairs.  Don’t be lazy and rely on repetition.  It never heals or restores or loves.  And sometimes it creates a hole from its constant rubbing in the wrong place.

I’ve also been teaching you to rest.  My rest is contrary to everything you’ve been taught.  It involves joy and celebration.  It involves putting your feet up and basking in sweet music.   It resists the temptation to feel guilty for not being busy.  I’m not a busy God.   I’m extremely effective and I accomplish great feats.  You will too, as you rest.

Now rest on your seat of Administration over the kingdom I have given you.  Relax and enjoy the music and the beauty.  Smile and be full of Joy as you survey the contour of the fabric of its life.  Relish its beauty and wonder.  And notice where the hole pops up.

Ask Me to fine-tune your eyesight to see them before they create destruction.  Fix them instantly.  Don’t work over them by striving labor.  But rather hear my heart and respond to it.

Often my response is small and simple.  You will think the situation warranted much more involvement.  But Love’s eyes often heal without so much action, just a Word of Love.

This is your destiny.   This is your position in me.  This is your Inheritance.  Guard it.  Love it. Cherish it.  Keep it.  And I will give you more.

You say that you love Me.  And I know that is true because I placed it within you.

My eyes shine brightly as I watch you grow in stature and maturity.  You are walking in the path I created for you.  It is my path.  I lavished it in My Love.  Lavish those I have given you.

I kiss you my darling, my Bride.”

Picking Diamonds in Heaven (vision)

October 2012
While listening to a ministry online and worshipping along, a vision enveloped me.  It caused the sound of the ministry to fade into the background as a different kind of adventure unfolded.

My body began growing taller as though I was stretching upward farther and farther.  And as I stretched, I looked down to see sand pouring from my belly onto my feet.  It created a base like that on a statue, heavy and firmly planted on earth.

Meanwhile, my body continued stretching upward until my head left the atmosphere.  It scared me and I yelled “Jesus!”  Immediately He was before me and as I stretched, I left the earth as my body disengaged from the pedestal the sand had just created.  I gasped at the vastness of space before me.  But before me hung diamonds the size of golf balls, attached to branches I supposed belonged to a larger tree.  They invited me to pick them.  So I reached out and grasped one.  It easily gave way and falling into my hand, I turned to Jesus and laughed nervously as though I’d done something wrong.  He smiled easily and indicated that I should continue.

Now with His approval, I picked one after another for several minutes until I wondered where I was putting them.  Glancing down, I watched my hands placing diamonds inside my belly and my chest.  My hands would disappear into my belly and deposit the diamonds one by one.

How long could I keep doing this?  And with that thought, I stopped. The skin on my hand was changing.  It appeared translucent and full of diamonds.  They were just under my skin all the way up my arm.  So, I stopped picking and investigated my chest, my arms and my hair.  I was completely full of diamonds and they were dripping out the ends of my fingers, dropping off my hair and the trail of my gown.

Laughing, I swung my arm through space and watched diamonds sling out wherever I moved.   With His arms spread wide, Jesus tossed back His head and laughed a hearty belly laugh, then flew off toward the galaxies.  I looked around and wondered what to do.   Taking off after Him, unwilling to be left alone, He slowed, turned, and grasped my hand.  Then we waltzed through the stars while exhilaration filled me.

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Picking Diamonds

He twirled me and I flew into the emptiness, spinning.  After my spin slowed, I flew back toward Him but He indicated that I should look. Glancing back at the spot where I had been, I saw it.  A brand new, pink and orange baby galaxy had been born from the trail of diamonds flying off me.  Jesus laughed again at my surprise.  Oh, the Joy!

Then after pulling me to Himself and with the most captivating look of love, we were waltzing again, but slowly this time.  Holding me closely, staring into my eyes, He filled my heart with Himself.  I laid my cheek against His and closed my eyes as we slowly moved.  Beautiful music resonated faintly through the galaxies.   Centuries might have passed and it didn’t matter.  We had eternity.

Then after some eons, He pulled away from me and suddenly I was headed back to earth, feet first, being pulled by the pedestal.  In my desperation to hold on to this wonderment, I grasped at diamonds and the fabric of space around them.  I pulled as I plummeted to the earth and my pulling created a vortex a lot like a tornado, full of swirling diamonds.  It caused a hole in the atmosphere which I knew created my avenue of an endless supply of diamonds.

What would I do with all these diamonds, I chuckled.  And my immediate answer was to fling my arms about occasionally and spread them.  It was how I would help to bring heaven to earth because each one would grow.

What Name Shall We Be Called? (a rose by any other name) or- Still a Christian After All.

a rose

Church pews left behind, exciting conversations began to spew from my many progressive friends.  We took our faith and ran with it.  Over hill and dale as we hit the dusty trail, in our mostly peaceful exploits of freedom with Holy Spirit as our only guide.  We set many old friends on their ears spitting forth mouthfuls of dirt and explosions of panic as our journeys find no barriers or boundaries before us.

“The Word says, Thou shalt not . . .”!  These expletives rain readily while we jump fences and linger in potholes.  We enjoy the coolness of mud and the forbidden seems strangely worth investigation.  This risky business is froth with danger and uncharted territory, but our fearless abandon only expands as we hear “Fear not, I will never leave you” combined with a chuckle here and there.

What is a Christian supposed to do?  The gate stands open and we trample the fence to the ground.  All hope of restraint is useless in the boundless glee and merriment that ensues.  The sheep are loose!  And they seem to listen to only one voice; one unheard by most in earshot.  Which prompts the question “have they eaten the loco-weed or drank the Kool-Aid”?

But in a test of time, neither seems to be true.  Sanity still appears to govern their lives and relationships.

Therefore, in their daily visits and adventures, the talk continues, only the message has changed.  And it’s changing is so profound that they question their title anymore.  Are we still Christians?  Well, of course, we are.  With 43,000 denominations all over the world as varying as day from night, why wouldn’t we still claim the same moniker over our heads?

It is confusing to be sure, since the traditional has now been tossed to the side, which leaves the stranger utterly confused at who they are.

What name shall we be called?  Which seems to be a popular topic for only a moment.  It holds only vague interest for them.  For as some have said, “I don’t care what you call me, just don’t call me late for dinner”!

So this is the result of a Christian gone wild with only Holy Spirit as the companion.  Nothing is too sacred to discuss and no one taboo with which to discuss it.  And the strangest result of all, in my estimation, is the bursting blooms of Love wherever I go.  No longer do I hold back waiting for the passwords of acceptance into club mentality.  The first glint of Love is all I need to see.  It may be dying, wounded, or angry, but it’s my compass point of direction that pulls me.  To touch it, to resurrect it, to heal it, to repair it, to restore it; in all the softness of its petals.  Love.

It doesn’t matter what name we are called.  We gravitate to Love.