TWO DOORS IN HEAVEN

    I saw Jesus beckoning to me, “Come to the hallways past the inner courts, past the Holy of Holies, and open the doors. Explore the chambers, the storehouses and the soft feathery places of rest. Come see all the wonders of Heaven.”

    I see a storehouse, a huge warehouse. It’s not decorated, its’ made of gray stone and there are rows and rows of wooden doors. The building is plain and clean, it has no need of a caretaker, it is maintained by prayer. At the birthing prayer of the intercessors, the contents of many of the bunkers will be poured out in due time.

    I approach a door and it opens. Inside, stacked to the ceiling, are bright lights of all sizes. The room can barely contain all the lights. They are in danger of overflowing over and around the door at any minute. Small lights are twinkling inside the room, large lights flood the area, medium lights glow. It’s brilliant and golden and doesn’t hurt my eyes. Jesus explains to me that the lights are ideas, innovations, inventions; new things that are about to be released. Jesus says, “these are new things to be liberated upon the Saints. New things, like the earth has never seen before. These are coming in a flood and will be profitable. The wealth of the wicked has been laid up for the righteous, and now the storehouse is about to open. These inventions and ideas will revolutionize the earth’s processes and wealth will pour into the Church from the faithful; wealth to be used for the Gospel.”

    “Ask for ideas and they will come to you. Ask for furtherance of the Kingdom. All my children have a role to play and the equipping to make it so. Open your hands and I will fill them.” The door gently swooshed shut.

    We walked to another plain wooden door. Jesus explained that this is one of the most treasured stores in all of Heaven. “This room contains the tears of the intercessors and prophets. They are from those who have paid a high price to pray. They invested their time and energy into knowing My heart. Every tear has been carefully noted, inventoried and preserved. These are mine, says Jesus. These are my treasures. I have every one ever shed. I remember them all. I place high value on these. They are Kingdom jewels, Kingdom foundations, Kingdom inroads. They are from invasions of love, poured out freely for my plans and purposes on the earth. My people who were called to pray, suffered these tears, the price of obedience and love for Me. These are now mine. I hoard them, I remember every incident, every prayer in partnership with Me, every precious tear of supplication, of joy and of intercession. They are my personal treasure.” The door closed, and we continued on.

Crave

    I think everyone has cravings for one thing or another. Me, I crave chips. Corn chips, plain potato chips, ruffled potato chips, flavored potato chips, zucchini chips, anything but kale chips! I love chips, sometimes I think I absolutely must have them or I’ll go bonkers! They are so satisfying and crunchy! I feel good when I eat chips. They go with everything.

    Above all that, even more than chips, I crave the presence of Jesus. I must have His presence, His voice, His fragrance. I crave time with Jesus, time building a stronger relationship, listening to His wisdom, hearing His heart.

    Today He spoke these words to me, and I believe they are for you.

    “Do you know that I crave? I crave close relationship with you, even more than you crave me. Look at the Song of Solomon. This is my description of how I love my Bride, my children. Each one, individually, totally, uniquely. I crave every part of you for myself. It’s true. I am jealous for you. I crave your presence, your worship, your heart. I crave your friendship, your prayers, your voice. I crave you, and your willingness to come near me. That satisfies me.”

Thirsty

I started making some changes in my lifestyle so that I might lose some weight and build strength. The first thing was to divide my weight by 2, and drink that number of ounces of water every day. After a few days, I began to notice something; I’m thirsty. I didn’t drink near that much water before, and I was never feeling the sensation of thirst. But now that I’m feeding my body the water it needs, I’m thirsty.

It’s like that with Jesus. The more I drink in from the wellspring of His grace, mercy and faithfulness, the more I crave Him. As I feed on His word, His stories, His wisdom, I find that I must have more to satisfy my soul. There’s joy, unfathomable joy in His presence. I thirst for more. He said, Satan has come to steal, to kill and to destroy, but I have come that you may have life, and more abundantly. He quenches us with abundance. He redirects our focus to Him. He satisfies our souls with His goodness. He brings life to dead places in us and turns a heart of stone to a heart of flesh.  He is living water. To drink Him in is to slake the unquenchable thirst that’s built in our DNA, once for all, never to thirst again for any earthly thing. Hugs

John 10:10

The Plot Emerges

Several people have asked me how to start writing a book. How does it begin, how does it develop? When I sit down to write a book, I just write. I just pour out chapter after chapter in a rough draft written quickly. The focus at first is to get out all the thoughts and ideas running around my head, to build a plot and characters. Later, I go back and refine it, correct it, prune out what’s extraneous. I might change the outcome, change the structure, or find another subplot to explore. I build it better, strengthen weak spots, remove junk. Because I write as influenced and directed by the Holy Spirit, I pray a lot as I write. It is His brilliance that puts together what comes out of my fingers onto a keyboard.

I notice that’s how my life works in Christ. He does the editing, makes life interesting and productive. He covers mistakes and lets consequence work for His glory and my good. He redirects my path and rewrites my plot. Life is truly an adventure. Sometimes I have no idea what is coming next, and sometimes I know exactly what to expect. I love that. I love surprises and adventure. I love certainty and confidence in Christ. I love that He puts people in our lives that we can love and share our voyage. I love that he causes us to grow and learn and have more capacity for Him. Life is joy, one activity after the next. That’s the overall picture, joy.

Entangled

Have you ever gone to your jewelry box for a favorite necklace, and found it all tied up in knots? The fine gold chain is a snarled mess, seemingly just from sitting there in the box. Maybe you put it back carefully, but it folded back on itself and tangled. To unravel it takes time and patience, pulling out one microscopic knot at a time, using a fine gauge needle and tweezers. It’s slow and tedious, but in the end, it’s free again and ready to be worn.

Life can get like that fine chain. Scripture warns us not to be entangled in things that are simply not our calling. I’ve gotten so bound up in a “good thing”, that I have no time for my passion, my calling. The consequence of that is I lose my joy, friendships are strained, the fight against offense and the wiles of the enemy are on. I feel like I’m entangled in a monster sized spider web and need to be free, but there are so many sticky and extenuated circumstances, it seems too hard to deal with. I know it’s not impossible, and I’m mad at myself for missing it. Head slap! Slowly I have to begin the painstaking task of extricating myself; one thing at a time, so the knot doesn’t get worse or break the chain. It’s meticulous work that could have been avoided if I’d sought the Lord in the first place. Have you ever gotten into something that sounded so good, it had to be God? Then it goes south and you find yourself miserable. I have, and all because I didn’t ask the Lord if that “good thing”, was for me. Maybe that good thing was a distraction so God’s true plan for me would be passed by. Maybe the enemy came in and used that good thing to destroy something else. God is faithful to bring the true calling back around, but it would have been so much better if I hadn’t wasted time! Leaving it in a mess is simply not an option, I know that I know, that God has a better way if I will do the work.

As I purposely labor to get back to freedom, my joy returns. Creativity returns and relationships are restored. God is a restorer, a rebuilder, and is faithful to bring us out of the fire. He uses our missteps to educate us and bring us higher. He dances over us and rejoices over us with singing. He makes us free, even when we entangle ourselves in the stuff of life. Where are you today? Are you sitting in a pile of knots or are you a gleaming fine chain of glory, showing off the pendant of God’s workmanship in your heart? Be encouraged by the love of God. He is for you, not against you. Look to Jesus, the author and finisher of your faith. He never runs out of chances and He can fix anything. Hugs.

The Growing Season

    A few weeks ago, we planted our annual vegetable garden. It’s so fun to see the little plants sprouting up where seeds were sown. It’s encouraging to see the developing leaves reach up to the warmth of the sun. At this point, it’s hard to visualize the fully-grown squashes and tomatoes, beans and leafy greens that will come as the growing season progresses. We just know that they will.

    Isn’t this a mirror image of how we progress in the Kingdom of God? From a tiny seed, Jesus cultivates a mature, fruit bearing adult. If we were instantly given all the knowledge of the Word, all the grace and all the wisdom of God without growing into it, we would collapse and wither under the weight. We would burn up from over feeding and watering. No matter how good the soil is, the plant has a heavenly perfected progression of growth. God has more grace for us. We gently progress in this adventure of faith. The main core becomes strong and steady. Leaves sprout to receive the light of the Son. Branches of holiness and redemption form. Restoration and righteousness develop. Soon fruit matures as our faith ripens by the watering of the Word and the Spirit. As the growing season winds down and comes to an end, a bountiful harvest of spiritual gifts, wisdom and understanding blesses us and those around us. The Body of Christ is edified; each one reaching out to bless another. When the season is finally finished and the winds of autumn gently tiptoe in, we begin another. Perhaps a short season of rest, a time of focused worship or a new assignment. Whatever it is, it is a different season of revelation of the goodness of God. In this new season, we find ourselves more equipped, wiser and able to grasp the heart of God in a new way as we move higher and higher. We can take comfort in knowing that after this, another new growing season will come again and again.

    Thankfully, we are never without a season, and all our seasons perfect us in all the mighty facets of God’s love for us. The hearts of stone transform to hearts of flesh, our spirits are restored, our obedience is refined, our minds are renewed.

    God is always at work in us, the learning never stops, the grace never stops. The watering and feeding and careful cultivation of our spirits is in the hands of the master gardener. Shalom.

Waterfalls, a prophetic word

There are huge reservoirs of shimmering, gossamer waterfalls, perched over the cities. The water that ripples with soft pastel gleaming, is within millimeters of spilling over to flood the cities with my glory. Which way will the people go? Will they repent or go off on their own?

Oh, there will be offense. Yes, the haters will be offended by this cloud of glory, these pools of living water drenching the cities. They will scoff and shun you Christians, but at the same time, they will secretly fear you. To them you appear to glisten, to ripple with waves of liquid light and power. You reflect some unknown inner light that is confusing and fearful. They won’t attribute it to Me of course. If they have to accept Me, they have to completely change their intellectualism, their hedonism, their right to party in their own ignorance.

Just light the way. If they follow, rejoice. If they won’t, then pray. Join the world in prayer for the lost. My arm is not too short to save. This is the opportunity the world has been waiting for. Love, love, love.