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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

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

I LOVE YOU, BUT I CAN’T “DO” CORPORATE ANYMORE

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It was a weird phenomenon I didn’t expect.  A conference of my peers and friends left me at home wondering whether to spend the money to go and be with them?

And I decided the answer was “no”.  Why?  Well, it has little to do with them, of course, and so much to do with me.

I knew there would be corporate worship.  And then teaching time.  All of it would be awesome and rewarding to anyone who went.  Except, probably me.

No, I’m not a hardcore introvert.  I actually have a very extrovert side which loves to engage with people.  I especially love the one-on-one.

But.  And there is a very big “but”.  I can’t do it anymore. Continue reading I LOVE YOU, BUT I CAN’T “DO” CORPORATE ANYMORE

MOMMA’S NOTEBOOK FOR FOLLOWING HOLY SPIRIT

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My Momma had a notebook that assisted her in following Holy Spirit.

She took it to church stuffed with lyrics, choruses, hymns, and worship songs.  Some pages are from old hymnals, but others are typewritten sheets or handwritten scraps on the back of old browned pieces of paper.

You see, Momma played the organ and was often called out of a congregation to play without prior notice.  She didn’t like being Continue reading MOMMA’S NOTEBOOK FOR FOLLOWING HOLY SPIRIT

THE LIMITATIONS OF OUR SIGHT

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A few years ago, Father began introducing me to the limitations of our sight. It began with flashes into the heavenly realm.  And moved into full blown visions.

I discovered that I may have been seeing flashes all my life but had learned to shut them off, ignore them, and filter them out of my focus.  It’s a process similar to looking at a fly sitting on a window.  Our eyes will adjust to the fly and filter out the view outside the window.  It’s the same process with camera lenses.  We can blur the background so much that it almost completely disappears.

As we filter out input year after year, it becomes second nature.  We don’t realize we’re doing it anymore.  So, when our relationship with Father grows, and we want to see more of what He sees, we ask for that sight.  And then struggle to receive it.

However, apparently, it isn’t a receiving action we desire, but a re-training of a lifelong habit. Continue reading THE LIMITATIONS OF OUR SIGHT