I commune with God by: Becoming still, beholding Jesus, tuning to flow, and journaling.
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Dearest Abba,
I love you, my God!
I awoke this morning
thinking about
what happened yesterday
during the move,
Wondering whether or not
I should say
anything about it.
It seems a deliberate,
personal affront.
But I will wait for you
to tell me.
I don’t want to be whiney
or judgmental.
And I want to trust you
for ways to clean,
repair,
and restore.
I am trusting you
for ways to clean,
repair,
and restore!
Dearest Abba,
what would you like
to say to me?
———————
My dearest Debra,
Oh, how I love you, my child!
Do not look at things
through human eyes,
Or spiritualize situations
to try to understand them.
Ask me for my perspective.
Ask me how I see things,
And what I want you
to notice
and learn
from them.
Let me lead you
and guide you
In everything you do,
everything that others do,
and all the circumstances
that touch your life.
Put aside your own judgments
and lean not
on your own understanding—
Even your understanding
of scripture
and of my ways—
And let me guide you.
I will take care
of the extra two days
of work
So that you can attend
the conference
in peace.
I will take care of it for you.
I am the LORD your God.
I will put you where I want you,
and I will clear a path
to get you there.
I did it for you this weekend,
and I will do it
again and again
whenever it needs
to be done.
I will take care
of the cabinet.
I will take care
of the pink chair
and the desk.
I will take care
of the lock
on the putty file cabinet.
I will take care
of all the details
that pertain to you.
For I love you,
and I have sworn
to be your God,
your Father
your Husband,
and your Comforter.
I, myself, will take care
of all the details
that pertain to you—
your life,
hopes,
dreams—
your details.
Did I not get my own hands dirty
from the very beginning?
Did I not dig
my very own fingers
deep into the clay
to form you?
Did I not fashion you,
and allow the excess mud
to splatter upon
my pristine garments,
And stain the undersides
of my fingernails
with grit?
Did I not spit into the earth
my own saliva
to create eyes for you
to see your Creator?
I am not high and mighty,
looking down
my nose at you
from lofty
ivory towers!
No!
I am in the trenches with you
in the middle of warfare!
I am the one
flinging myself
between you
and flying shrapnel,
Handing you ammunition,
Yelling above the fray
when to fire
and when to duck
your head.
I am the one
running before you,
deflecting
the speeding bullets.
I am the one
Following behind you,
guarding you
from ambush.
I am the one
surrounding you
like a lookout tower
of safety
and wall
of security.
And I am the one
leading you
in the offensive line
against your fears.
It is I.
And when you misunderstand
and take a misstep,
When you run ahead,
or lag behind,
It is I who comes
to your rescue
And brings you
medical aid.
I am the one
who hovers over you,
Doctoring you
through surgery,
Nursing you
back to health,
Comforting you
with words
of encouragement.
You have been under
an onslaught—
Weird things,
stupid things,
undeserved things—
coming against you.
You have felt their blows,
and some
have knocked you
so hard
they have caused you
to stumble.
But you keep getting up,
you keep moving forward,
And you keep turning to me
trusting me,
believing in me.
You keep putting
my priorities first.
And you recover
each time,
stronger
and stronger.
I will never leave you
nor forsake you.
I am always here with you.
I always have the answer,
the solution,
the way out,
the path forward.
I am committed to you
and your well-being.
Keep committing to me,
my lordship,
my character,
and my purpose.
Each battle will be
a lesson,
a step forward,
a faith-firming experience.
And having done all,
stand,
And keep the standard
flying high.
I will hold you firm
with my own hands,
And I will bring others
to surround you
and hold up your arms
as you raise your hands
to the sky
with my standard.
These are simply
practice skirmishes
with your own affairs.
They are preparing you
for confrontations
with the entrenched enemy
across the seas.
Let them harden
your resolve
And set your face
as flint.
You are my warrior bride.
Real swords clash
with the opponent.
Stand firm.
I have won the victory.
You are merely required
to establish
Your personal stand
in my victory,
And your portion
in the spoils
I have taken.
This is your part:
claiming
and receiving
and standing
in your inheritance—
your share
in my triumph.
Cast down
all vain imaginations.
Take EVERY thought captive
to the obedience
of Jesus Christ.
I have given you
the wealth of the wicked.
Receive it from my hand.
I am offering it to you.
It is my will
for you to have it.
Take it,
and steward it
for my glory.
To whom much is given
much is required.
Be faithful
as I am faithful.
Your hands will be soiled;
your fingernails will get dirty.
And my image will show forth
through your blazing eyes
and open heart
for the glory
of God,
the Father.
This is your destiny.
Grab hold the sword
and ride forth
into the victory
I have provided.
It will happen.
You will be,
and you will do.
I have written the decree,
and you have signed
with my blood.
It stands for eternity.
Have courage.
Stand tall
with your head held high.
And ride forth
in the confidence
of my presence
and favor.
So be it!
You’ve got this,
for I’ve got you!
Amen and amen,
Your own Yahweh
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