On a morning a while back, my cat, Selah, woke me at 5:30am! I am a morning person, but I love my sleep, so I can be hard to wake up that early. She persisted in getting herself thrown out of the bedroom!
But I didn't go back to sleep. I think that God uses her to get me up, because he has something for me. Okay, I need to thank my cat for the waking, and not complain! Complaining is not good in God's Book! (See Num 12:1-3, 10-15, 1 Cor 10:10-11, and Phil. 2:14-15. Ouch!)
God blessed me with some visions of a different vein, but I got out of bed, then, and turned on my new soaking CD. Todd Bentley's Marianating. I had listened to a bit, since a sister blessed me with it, but not just laid on the floor, soaking in every note and every word. So that's what I did. Laid on the floor under my favorite afgan, and just let God.
With my eyes closed and feasting, God opened up the Heavens, and I saw a huge, I mean huge, curtain, going straight up from my body. It was a shimmery gold. I saw the top, but was very aware of the fact of how far it really went up. And then it dropped on me!
And a little later, (I'm not really sure how long), I saw myself sit upright. As I sat up, the curtain fell away onto my lap, and I looked around. But the picture of me that I got was like on a work of art that I am blessed to have. It is entitled "Born Again", created by Dean Kermit Allison. It is a little statue depicting the born-again experience talked about in 2 Cor. 5:17. "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!" It is a statue of a person, standing on some rocks, but leaning back, crying out. The upper body is clear like glass, but at the waist area, there is a peeling away of black, and the black goes on down the rest of the body/legs. And believe me I can feel the pain from the statue.
That is what I saw sitting up from under the veil. Me, but God knew I would know what it meant when He used the picture of the statue. And I heard the Holy Spirit say that "that was my spirit"!
Now some of you reading this will know about the veil. I knew a little about it too, but I learned more, as I dug into my concordance, two versions of the Bible, and other references! Fun!
Most of us know that the veil talked about in most of the Gospels is the actual curtain in the temple that was torn in two from top to bottom. (Matt. 27:51, Lk. 23:45)
But as I looked farther, I hit Heb. 6:19,20. The Message Bible can be so cool. "We who have run for our very lives to God have every reason to grab the promised hope with both hands and never let go. It's an unbreakable spiritual lifeline, reaching past all appearances right to the very presence of God where Jesus, running on ahead of us, has taken up his permanent post as high priest for us, in the order of Melchizedek."
The Amplified Bible reads "...that reaches farther and enters into [the very certainty of the Presence] within the veil,"
About half way through the above study, I stopped and said to God, "You dropped it on me, Lord!"
After looking up Heb. 9:3, "But [inside] beyond the second curtain or veil, [there stood another] tabernacle known as the Holy of Holies." And I heard Jesus say, "That's where you've been!"
And one last verse. Heb. 10:20. In the Life in the Spirit Bible (NKJV) it says, "By a new and living way, which he has consecrated for us, through the veil, that is to say, his flesh;"
His flesh. His presence. His Holy Presence.
If we are willing, if we want it. No. If we need it, have to have it, He just wants to drop His Presence on us. To cover us with His Presence.
It's time to spend time with the Author of the Book. This is a curtain call!
©BL2008
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Grandkids, cats, and tails
I have to share what happened when my grandsons were home for Thanksgiving.
They are so cute! 4 years old and 2 years old.
The two year old was sitting with me in a chair as we watched a movie with the family. My cat, who they love, and are really good with, was sitting in my lap.
My little grand, reached over and took hold of the end of the cat's tail and just held it.
Two things. One, the cat let him do that. And, two, it was like he was holding the cat, too. Like maybe the cat wouldn't put up with him holding her himself, but maybe just the tail.
Just thought it was cute.
I'm the grandma.
It was cute.
©BL2007
They are so cute! 4 years old and 2 years old.
The two year old was sitting with me in a chair as we watched a movie with the family. My cat, who they love, and are really good with, was sitting in my lap.
My little grand, reached over and took hold of the end of the cat's tail and just held it.
Two things. One, the cat let him do that. And, two, it was like he was holding the cat, too. Like maybe the cat wouldn't put up with him holding her himself, but maybe just the tail.
Just thought it was cute.
I'm the grandma.
It was cute.
©BL2007
Pushin' my way around!
I was thinking about the woman in the Bible, Mark 5, that had the issue of blood.
It says that there was a huge crowd, pressing Jesus from all sides, so as to almost suffocate Him.
And the woman found herself right next to Him? I wonder if she had to push and shove. Maybe she had to be forceful, pushy, rude.
And she had faith. "If only I touch His garments, I will be restored to health." That's so cool. I mean, she had been having this issue for what, 12 years? Hello, I think we all should have been pushy.
My imagination goes nuts sometimes, but since there were throngs of people around Jesus, do you think that maybe there was more than this one woman with a problem, or need of healing? Like maybe several.
Where were they? Didn't they want a healing just as much? But they didn't push and shove, and scrap to get it.
For every one person that actually asks, are there maybe 5, or 10, that need/want a healing, but don't ask?
Or even in our prayer time, do we ask for others, everything, but never anything for ourselves?
God is teaching me to ask. "Ask and you shall receive." I take my Father at His Word. If I ask, I will receive.
So, I'm going to become scrappy. I'm pushing toward the front. I'm going to crawl over to Him. I'm going to elbow my way over. I'm going to grab the hem of His garment, and ask.
I'm going to hold Him to the answer. His Word is our Promise. I'm going to hold Him to it!
©BL2007
It says that there was a huge crowd, pressing Jesus from all sides, so as to almost suffocate Him.
And the woman found herself right next to Him? I wonder if she had to push and shove. Maybe she had to be forceful, pushy, rude.
And she had faith. "If only I touch His garments, I will be restored to health." That's so cool. I mean, she had been having this issue for what, 12 years? Hello, I think we all should have been pushy.
My imagination goes nuts sometimes, but since there were throngs of people around Jesus, do you think that maybe there was more than this one woman with a problem, or need of healing? Like maybe several.
Where were they? Didn't they want a healing just as much? But they didn't push and shove, and scrap to get it.
For every one person that actually asks, are there maybe 5, or 10, that need/want a healing, but don't ask?
Or even in our prayer time, do we ask for others, everything, but never anything for ourselves?
God is teaching me to ask. "Ask and you shall receive." I take my Father at His Word. If I ask, I will receive.
So, I'm going to become scrappy. I'm pushing toward the front. I'm going to crawl over to Him. I'm going to elbow my way over. I'm going to grab the hem of His garment, and ask.
I'm going to hold Him to the answer. His Word is our Promise. I'm going to hold Him to it!
©BL2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Angels and Transformers
Wow, it feels like months since I have posted. (Maybe it has been!)
Hope that you all were blessed on Thanksgiving and in your family time. We assume so much don't we - that everybody had a "normal" Thanksgiving with all family. Those of you that had tough times, I pray God's Grace on you and in the situations.
When I was at my kids' house not too long ago, I watched the movie "Transformers" a lot. A lot!
And when I got back home and got into my devo time again, I was soaking in Ps. 23. It wasn't one of those times where, "Yeah, I've heard this all before." Or, "I know this all by heart."
I had been thinking about angels and all that they do, much of it, I am not even aware of. But I want to be aware. Not to worship them, but to be so aware of the supernatural that I am living in it.
Well, in Ps. 23, as I really got into it, it was like I was in it. Does that make sense? I know it will to some reading this.
And I got a picture out of the movie "Transformers" when the Autobots were waiting outside of the kid's house - waiting for him to find his grandfather's glasses. (Ya gotta see the movie!)
I saw the same thing in my home, only they weren't the Transformers, they were huge angels kneeling and moving around inside and outside of my house.
I mean HUGE! As big as the Autobots!
The supernatural is that close. And we make those angels to be our size, or the size of the cute little baby angels that we see on cards, or on knick knacks. But these were huge.
I felt such power, but such gentleness, and respect. Not that I am anything great (I am in Christ!), but that's just the way they were.
This is battle. And we are in it. We need to engage with the supernatural and realize that it is at our disposal, to use in the battle. We need to walk in it, because it is already ours if Jesus Christ is our Lord and Savior.
Autobots, on! Angels, on! Saints, on!
©BL2007
Hope that you all were blessed on Thanksgiving and in your family time. We assume so much don't we - that everybody had a "normal" Thanksgiving with all family. Those of you that had tough times, I pray God's Grace on you and in the situations.
When I was at my kids' house not too long ago, I watched the movie "Transformers" a lot. A lot!
And when I got back home and got into my devo time again, I was soaking in Ps. 23. It wasn't one of those times where, "Yeah, I've heard this all before." Or, "I know this all by heart."
I had been thinking about angels and all that they do, much of it, I am not even aware of. But I want to be aware. Not to worship them, but to be so aware of the supernatural that I am living in it.
Well, in Ps. 23, as I really got into it, it was like I was in it. Does that make sense? I know it will to some reading this.
And I got a picture out of the movie "Transformers" when the Autobots were waiting outside of the kid's house - waiting for him to find his grandfather's glasses. (Ya gotta see the movie!)
I saw the same thing in my home, only they weren't the Transformers, they were huge angels kneeling and moving around inside and outside of my house.
I mean HUGE! As big as the Autobots!
The supernatural is that close. And we make those angels to be our size, or the size of the cute little baby angels that we see on cards, or on knick knacks. But these were huge.
I felt such power, but such gentleness, and respect. Not that I am anything great (I am in Christ!), but that's just the way they were.
This is battle. And we are in it. We need to engage with the supernatural and realize that it is at our disposal, to use in the battle. We need to walk in it, because it is already ours if Jesus Christ is our Lord and Savior.
Autobots, on! Angels, on! Saints, on!
©BL2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Not home
I am needing to apologize to anyone that reads this blog.
Due to family issues, I have been gone way too much.
But tomorrow, these things shall pass. No, I'm not killing a kid, or quitting life!
There is just a release to some extra work that has been going on since July 4th!
To all who read this, I want to ask God for Blessings on your Thanksgiving holidays - with family, friends, Jesus!
I'll write more next week! Yes it's Thanksgiving, but even cooking and cleaning for 13 or so people, is easier than repairing my mom's farmhouse!
Love to all!
©BL2007
Due to family issues, I have been gone way too much.
But tomorrow, these things shall pass. No, I'm not killing a kid, or quitting life!
There is just a release to some extra work that has been going on since July 4th!
To all who read this, I want to ask God for Blessings on your Thanksgiving holidays - with family, friends, Jesus!
I'll write more next week! Yes it's Thanksgiving, but even cooking and cleaning for 13 or so people, is easier than repairing my mom's farmhouse!
Love to all!
©BL2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Hard Hats and Crowns
Recently, as I have talked with several people, stuff has come up. You know....like stuff.
Like sin.
That word that we don't want to talk about.
Also, I have been reading a book by Craig Groeschel, entitled "Confessions of a Pastor". He gets it all out there.
And that started my brain to cooking.
I was thinking about how we tend to brush stuff under the rug of our hearts, so to speak.
Get a picture. Say we stole a piece of candy at age 6, and by the time we are 30, we are stealing from the office, or from our parents. Ouch.
Or maybe we were shown a nude picture when we were 8, and by the time we are 30 or so, (that age is sticking!) we are into full-blown porn.
Or try this one. What if when we were three, we were made fun of so badly, that from then on we grew to hate ourselves. So that by the time we were adults, we hated ourselves so badly, that we covered up with make-up. Had to have our hair just perfect. Don't want to look bad. As bad as we feel on the inside about ourselves.
So by the time we are adults, we have swept so much under there, that the rug is covering the mountain in the middle of our living room. Like in the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind", where he builds a mountain in the family room.
And along with the dirt, are old pictures. Documents of lies. Daggers aimed at ourselves. Rusted dreams.
And if we allow someone to peek under the rug, they lay it down real fast. It stinks under there. Oooo, compost.
But what if. What if we allowed our Jesus to lift up a corner. And bring His broom and dustpan. Or really get down, with His backhoe loader, and articulated dump truck. Or His waste handler dozer! (Check out the John Deere site - I love it!)
Jesus is sitting in the operator's seat with His hard hat on, moving all of the levers. Picking up a load and moving it to the dump truck. And back for more.
Soon that mountain in the room of our hearts is getting smaller and smaller as we let Him move more out. As we submit to His cleansing. It's not fun. It hurts.
But.
As He gets us closer and closer to where He wants us to be, He gets more and more tender with us. He whispers into our heart and washes us clean.
Gentleness.
Wholeness.
Soon there will be nothing under the rug, but our hearts.
Then He takes the hard hat off, and exchanges it for the crown that He is best known for. The King of Glory meets His Bride.
©BL2007
Like sin.
That word that we don't want to talk about.
Also, I have been reading a book by Craig Groeschel, entitled "Confessions of a Pastor". He gets it all out there.
And that started my brain to cooking.
I was thinking about how we tend to brush stuff under the rug of our hearts, so to speak.
Get a picture. Say we stole a piece of candy at age 6, and by the time we are 30, we are stealing from the office, or from our parents. Ouch.
Or maybe we were shown a nude picture when we were 8, and by the time we are 30 or so, (that age is sticking!) we are into full-blown porn.
Or try this one. What if when we were three, we were made fun of so badly, that from then on we grew to hate ourselves. So that by the time we were adults, we hated ourselves so badly, that we covered up with make-up. Had to have our hair just perfect. Don't want to look bad. As bad as we feel on the inside about ourselves.
So by the time we are adults, we have swept so much under there, that the rug is covering the mountain in the middle of our living room. Like in the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind", where he builds a mountain in the family room.
And along with the dirt, are old pictures. Documents of lies. Daggers aimed at ourselves. Rusted dreams.
And if we allow someone to peek under the rug, they lay it down real fast. It stinks under there. Oooo, compost.
But what if. What if we allowed our Jesus to lift up a corner. And bring His broom and dustpan. Or really get down, with His backhoe loader, and articulated dump truck. Or His waste handler dozer! (Check out the John Deere site - I love it!)
Jesus is sitting in the operator's seat with His hard hat on, moving all of the levers. Picking up a load and moving it to the dump truck. And back for more.
Soon that mountain in the room of our hearts is getting smaller and smaller as we let Him move more out. As we submit to His cleansing. It's not fun. It hurts.
But.
As He gets us closer and closer to where He wants us to be, He gets more and more tender with us. He whispers into our heart and washes us clean.
Gentleness.
Wholeness.
Soon there will be nothing under the rug, but our hearts.
Then He takes the hard hat off, and exchanges it for the crown that He is best known for. The King of Glory meets His Bride.
©BL2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
The Cat and Me
I write about what is around me. And right now, it's my cat. I have written about her before, but this is a different take. She found an old pearl, but not pearl, necklace this morning. She kind of gave me a look, like, "look what I found"! And, "you just gave me string and old toys to play with, but I found a beautiful necklace"! (I know, I can get alot out of her expression!)
She ran with the necklace. She tossed it. She hid it under an afgan. She slept with it.
And as I watched her play with it, I delighted in her cat-ness. How she took it and hid it under the afgan, and pretended that she didn't know where it was, and found it again. She's a hoot.
And I felt Father looking over my shoulder, and reminding me that He delights in me when I am myself, too. When I really tap into the gifts that He put in me, He is delighted.
Even when He is correcting me, which seems to be happening alot lately! Prov. 3:12, "For whom the Lord loves he corrects; just as a father the son in whom he delights."
He delights in me.
So I am going to do my best today, to be and do what He put into me, to be and do!
I'll write! There are other things I could be doing, yes. But when I get writing done each day, I feel satisfied. Because I am being me.
©BL2007
She ran with the necklace. She tossed it. She hid it under an afgan. She slept with it.
And as I watched her play with it, I delighted in her cat-ness. How she took it and hid it under the afgan, and pretended that she didn't know where it was, and found it again. She's a hoot.
And I felt Father looking over my shoulder, and reminding me that He delights in me when I am myself, too. When I really tap into the gifts that He put in me, He is delighted.
Even when He is correcting me, which seems to be happening alot lately! Prov. 3:12, "For whom the Lord loves he corrects; just as a father the son in whom he delights."
He delights in me.
So I am going to do my best today, to be and do what He put into me, to be and do!
I'll write! There are other things I could be doing, yes. But when I get writing done each day, I feel satisfied. Because I am being me.
©BL2007
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