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THE BIG WOOHOO PLACE

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There’s a place inside me that feels like a big WOOHOO!  The general vicinity is near my heart, or maybe my belly, sort-of behind my lungs?  Hmm, it’s hard to pinpoint it, but it has this warm glow that sits there and hums.  Lol.  Sometimes it flares up a little and that’s when I wanna go dance in the street, or climb up on the roof, or something equally as crazy that I probably won’t do.

Anyway, this place, this thing, this warm spot has some kind of complete perfection about it.  Inside it, if I claim it and BE part of it, is full.  Absolutely full.  There isn’t one tiny piece of this thing that wants for anything.  It has everything.  As a matter-of-fact, its so complete that it’s “abundant” sort-of like an orchard in full fruit, or my Christmas cactus when it’s in full bloom.  In some ways, I can stand back and look at it and think “Wow, that’s almost too much!”  But I’d never say that!  Lol. Continue reading THE BIG WOOHOO PLACE

WOMEN IN THE KINGDOM

 

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In several ways lately, Father has highlighted the peculiar struggle that only women encounter in their lives on Earth.  One way or another, men take authority over us and we don’t always give that authority freely but rather it is forced upon us.  Either religiously, through the misuse of scripture, or physically through overpowering.

Women’s hearts are made to nurture others, not defend ourselves.  So, when it happens, we suffer first from the knowledge that defense is necessary and secondly from being forced to acquire a trait that is against our nature.

I asked Father what He was trying to show me, and He replied, “Can you see the difference in The Kingdom?”

Then I looked from My Seat over my kingdom and saw that there was no difference in male or female. The Kingdom is spiritual.  Yet it is where we sit while we rule and reign on Earth. Continue reading WOMEN IN THE KINGDOM

THE MARVELOUS STAIRCASE

I made a drawing of a staircase I saw in my imagination a few years ago.  It doesn’t do the staircase justice of course.  And that’s because it doesn’t reveal the silky medium caramel color of the wood with its swirling grain.  Or the carved and perfectly fitted parts.  A drawing can’t share how velvety the staircase is to touch or how inviting it is to a barefoot or tired bum.  And the drawing doesn’t have all the many cupboards, some secret, which create the fascinating journey upward.

But if I could take you inside my imagination, you’d see and understand how it might take a week to finally arrive at the top landing.  Not because it is so high, but because there’s a world inside each captivating crevasse and hidden compartment.  And you’d be drawn to recline in the seat and turn on the light.  There you’d lean back and read one of the books, or close your eyes and nap.  I imagine fairy tale worlds emerge in naps taken there. Continue reading THE MARVELOUS STAIRCASE

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

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