Tuesday, October 31, 2017

mountain mover

Mountain Mover

Imposing mountains loom,
Casting dark shadows
Blocking light needed to bloom
Night and fear enclose,
Sun eclipsed,
Losing hope,
Summits appear firmly fixed.

Oh but who is He?
The one who spoke creation
The one who parts the sea
The one who sets foundations

The story writer
The one who makes a way
The one who is our lamplighter
Who on the cross his love was displayed


He is the mountain mover
He dispels the blackness
He holds the future
He wipes tears and turns mourning into gladness.

He is the father that walks beside
He is the holy one enthroned above
He is the one who changes the tide
His power is more than enough

He is our inner peace
He is our sheltering fortress
In him our strivings cease
In him we are found faultless

He is the one who moves the mountains,
Who with a word, sets the stars in place.
He offers living water from his fountain
And pours out upon us, unending grace.

He is the one the hills bow down to.
He is the mountain mover.




Wednesday, October 18, 2017

water ballet



Aquamarine waves spanning the vastness
Pillars deposited creating uneasy path
Dancer joined by Ageless prince
Clumsy Tentative steps
Hand outstretched, arms reaching
Commence Adagio for the Pas de deux
Pirouettes gracefully atop posts
Arabesque followed by Grand Jete’
 Lifting, turning and leaping
Finding safe landing amidst watery route
 Ballet Master, Choreographer and partner
Guiding in effortless Artistic dance of life
Ungainly wanderer turned nimble ballerina




Psalm 30:11 "You have turned my mourning into dancing; you took off my sackcloth and clothed me with a garment of joy",

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

My daddy’s giving me a new pair of glasses


  1 Samuel 16:7
But the Lord told Samuel, “Don’t look at his appearance or how tall he is, because I have rejected him. God does not see as humans see.[a]Humans look at outward appearances, but the Lord looks into the heart.”

My daddy’s giving me a new pair of glasses

We see  Leah unwanted left to her own,
Her daddy saw and opened her womb.
In David we see adulterer,
His daddy saw a heart like no other.

I see pain and fear.
My daddy sees beyond the tears
My eyes see brokenness
My daddy see’s wholeness
  I discern faults and fissures
His heavenly thoughts often differ
I see backsliding sinner
He knows who is truly the winner

My daddy’s giving me a new pair of glasses

My sight temporal
My daddy’s view eternal 
I see lost and discouraged
My daddy see’s Faith and courage.
I see only the physical
The spirit moves in the Invisible
I need a quantitative analysis
My daddy works in the miraculous

My daddy’s giving me a new pair of glasses
His spirit is fashioning a pair without scratches
 His glasses are painting a whole new picture
Giving me a view that’s in sync with scripture.
Aligning my sight with his heart
An image that only His son could impart

My daddy’s giving me a new pair of glasses

2 Kings 6:17-20 (NIV) "And Elisha prayed, “Open his eyes, Lord, so that he may see.” Then the Lord opened the servant’s eyes, and he looked and saw the hills full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha."






Monday, August 14, 2017

Eternal Glory

+Eternal Glory
'Christ of Saint John of the Cross'
By Salvadore Dali



Eternal glory stretched out on display
Bent low in humble sacrifice
Majestic gift filling the expanse
Continual atonement all encompassing
Metal anchors cannot hold 
Holiness poured out
Zoe birthed by death
Hope of glory
Light of men

Inspired by Maggie Robbins
Thank you for Visio Divina




Monday, July 31, 2017

Full Flight




The majestic eagle plumed in finery
Each feather needed so vitally
Some to steer and glide
All required to take flight
Full breadth of wingspan to fully soar
Both wings bringing to heavens door


 
  

Practices from another time
Disciplines with eternal design
Holy, Holy, Holy is He.
This our sight when we sit silently,
Meditating on beloved scripture,
Fasting from worldly pleasure,
Seeking the savior in the quiet rest,
Giving and submitting in service
Prayer, worship and Heavenly reflection
All for our own sanctification


Charismata, spiritual graces,
Gifts of a supernatural nature.
Love overflowing, outpouring to all
When the Holy Spirit allowed to fall.
Words of wisdom and knowledge unlocking hearts,
Prophecy, miracles, healing's to impart
 For the benefit of our sisters and brothers
Experiencing the fathers love like no other




Monday, July 17, 2017

Rooted



Rooted

2 Corinthians 4:18 18 as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.



Seeds cracking open,

Greenery sprouting, 

Upward reaching for light,

Roots tunneling downward,

Spreading, burrowing into loamy soil,

                                   Quietly searching for nutrients,

Ever channeling wider,

Drinking life giving water.


Anchoring deeper for firm foundation

Harsh weather, drought, flood,

Roots visibly twisted in response,

Reaching into the depths for more,

Growing strong and tenacious.

Life above allowed to blossom

 Branching outward,

Fruit yielding.

Fearless mooring providing stability,

Mining soil for all its riches.



For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in the inner man, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God.

 "Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD And whose trust is the LORD. "For he will be like a tree planted by the water, That extends its roots by a stream And will not fear when the heat comes; But its leaves will be green, And it will not be anxious in a year of drought Nor cease to yield fruit

Thursday, June 29, 2017

RCC Prayer for buildings

RCC Prayer for buildings





Dear Heavenly Father, Creator of the heavens and earth

We praise you and thank you for your son Jesus Christ. We thank you that your plan has always been to reconcile us back to you and as we receive your gift of salvation we thank you that we are privileged to be called sons and daughters’ of the most high God.
We thank you that in your design for redemption you saw fit to include us, your church, in the plan to help establish your Kingdom here on earth. We are humbled and in awe that we at RCC get to call each other brothers and sisters in Christ as well as all who belong to the body.
I thank you for the vision given by your Holy Spirit to bring life from brokenness for Reading City Church and in your pleasure you have provided the buildings to create safe gathering spaces where the lonely, seeking, lost and broken can join in praising you.

We honor those who have gone before in prayer, in sweat and in hope in establishing the foundations for the physical structures for these churches. We are asking that you, Lord, continue to guide us and those who will come after in stewarding these buildings.
Let these edifices bring you glory through your Holy Spirit flowing out of us, emanating out to the neighboring communities. Let these places of worship team with life Lord. Our prayer though is that we would not hinder your will by our limited vision but we are asking in boldness to provide the vision and all that is needed to use these establishments to their fullest capacities. We ask that they not be used to build barriers between your church and the world but are invitations to the world to come and experience how good you are and experience being part of the  family of God.

Abba father we ask your store houses to be opened for all that is needed. We are asking provision of funds and workers and protection over the properties as well. We cannot do this without you. We ask that there would be continued unity and that the elders and we your body would work as of one accord as we together seek your heart and will.


"Amen! Praise and glory and wisdom and thanks and honor and power and strength be to our God for ever and ever. Amen!" Revelation7:12

Sunday, June 18, 2017

The Fathers heart

The Fathers heart

Daddy’s and diaper changes,
Tickles and tosses in the air,
Nightly kisses from familiar faces,
Learning to risk and to dare,
Warm and hearty embraces,
Earthly glimpses of Heavenly care.

But so often, fathers equated to pain,
Safety and comfort out of reach.
The hurt and the lack, leaving many chained.
The Father’s love so hard to teach,
The sorrow, making hearts stained,
Unforgiveness creating wall’s not easily breached.

How to tell of a heavenly father
One who gave it all?
A daddy who will always honor.
The one who knew of the fall,
Ready with plan to redeem his sons and daughters,
The son in mercy, answering the call.

We his children so often reject.
 Abba  daddy always patiently waiting,
Looking for our return and to connect.
Hoping his love to be reciprocated,
 But the fathers love can bear our neglect,
Even in our selfishness he is captivated.

To know of his Son is to know his heart.
Salvation and reconciliation worth the cost.
A heavenly adoption that will never depart,
A celestial inheritance that cannot be lost,
Identity given that the enemy cannot thwart
In Accepting son-ship, spirit and soul thoroughly washed.

The giver of holy presents
The counselor left for good measure
Papa never leaving, always omnipresent
Looking for the one lost sheep, his treasure
In the trinity full embodiment
The fathers heart, for all to be together

God knows all of his children by name.
Being born of the spirit again,
No longer to walk in shame.
With him in heavenly places we reign,
Freedom in Christ we proclaim.
Father God’s touch never leaving the same.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

My story/His story….

My story/His story….                        

 This was originally written in 2010 and shared with few but as I am following a study on If: Gathering called Redeemed, I feel its a good time to post part of my story.



                  11/5/2010
     I have felt led to write my story (or I should really say His story in my life). The theme that has popped up in my life is of a thread in a tapestry. This is not totally an original thought, one book I read talks of the scarlet thread and others have talked of the tapestry of life. Some how I can relate to being a thread in a great big tapestry…. I wish I knew more of my families past but I guess the thread of how God has moved in my family begins, for me, when my mom was a small child. She was a victim of ritualistic abuse and incest from the time she was a small baby. The abuse was horrific; enough to cause her mind to dissociate or split the memories and store them into different “personalities”. Needless to say Life was pretty horrible for her.   I remember my mom tell of an Aunt in the family who was good to her and tried to help her. She was a “goyam,” a non Jew. This Aunt also gave her a bible. Then my mom told of calling out to God to stop the abuse, to rescue her .And for a very long time she believed that he had not heard her.

     Now fast forward many years…the tapestry had continued yet at times, Gods work seemed almost invisible.  My mom married and had 4 children, a boy, then a set of twin girls and finally me. But where was God when one of my sisters was born with Cerebral Palsy? She was confined in a wheel chair unable to even feed herself.  Where was God when my parents divorced and sent my sister to live away because they could no longer care for her? Where was God when my brother turned to a life of drugs? Where was God when Davra, my sister, died at the age of 19? Where was God when my mom began to become unraveled? Where was God when I turned to boys to find love? Where was God when life was tumbling out of control…………….

     God was quietly piecing together the different threads that would lead to my salvation and journey towards wholeness. You see that cry of the abused little girl did not go unnoticed. The Lord has confirmed in my heart that he heard and saw and was at work. My sister Davra is even now walking with the Lord...She was “saved “before she died. A very caring church would come and pick up some of the special needs people at Davra’s school including her. She became good friends with a spirit filled girl named Caroline. At her funeral the Pastor came and spoke of God and the after life. Having a Christian at the funeral was very out of the ordinary for this “Jewish “family. So Davra was the 1st to become”rescued”. The thread continued to be woven..My brother had gone deep into his addiction and his only hope was to be sent across country to make a new life away from the drug culture in NJ. God was skillfully bringing together people and events that would ultimately transform / convert my brother to a believing Christian. And then there is my own  thread …God had been pursuing me for quite some time…I remember when my sister died that I wrote in my diary that God wanted her in heaven with him and some how I knew she was walking and talking  there.  Davra’s death is also when the enemy began to pursue. I was an adolescent trying to cope with a sister who died, divorced parents and a brother who blew away all trust. And like many have told of before …I turned to what the world had to offer….love, sex, illegal substances and many poor choices.  I was looking for a savior in human form.

     Fast forward I got married still making poor choices. Wanting more but not knowing how to get it. And then the thread became visible and the picture more clear. I went west to visit my brother who had been following God for about a year or more. It was Easter time and we went to visit an orphanage in Mexico and then to a church service where the Pastor made an alter call and some how my hand went up and my body moved forward. I wanted whatever they were talking about.  Those first few months were like walking on air. My heart knew what had happened but my head had not quite gotten a hold of all that I said yes to. It would take many years and many trials before the bigger picture of Gods handiwork would become more evident.  Trials in my marriage, trials with loved ones, illnesses, trials where Gods presence and purposes where interwoven; sometimes evident and sometimes not so clear.

     Even now I cannot comprehend the enormity of the work He is doing.  I picture this enormous weaving, with my family occupying the tiniest corner of the Tapestry and I know it is not done yet.  I continue to see His movement as I rejoice that my mother was “rescued/saved” about seven years ago. I also see what God is weaving into my children’s lives, how much more vibrant the thread is, and what possibilities await in their lives and their children’s lives. I will not be here on this earth when the Artwork is finished but am thankful that I can trust the Craftsman with his vision and that someday I will get to behold the beauty which His hands have made.  In the mean time my family’s story is being added to the tapestry one stitch at a time.
 


For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Honored Guest

Honored Guest
 
Powder sugar coated fingers, jelly stains,
Muck and mire clinging tightly
Lie says, outside is where you need to remain

The door though is opened wide
He in majesty beckons in name
Hand in hand walking beside

As servant bent low bathing in gentle affirmation
Not just feet but face and fingers too
Calling forth to the celebration.

Sweeping into beloved daddy’s arms
Brought forth as honored guest
Safely ensconced, worldly life can cause no harm

Yet stumbling forth once again into muddy hole
No strength of will to resist
Surely now the door will close

Yet still the beacon sounds
Enter here, water for washing ever supplied
Untarnished garment awaits with crown

 Come and dance, the call the same
Seventy times seven and forever more
The wiping away of shame

“Loved one”, continual access to Abba father
The invitation indelibly stamped in the son’s blood
Always and eternally beloved daughter








Saturday, April 1, 2017

Belovedness

Belovedness

Treasured one, cherished and cared for
The place where you are seated in his heart
Loved never less only more

Bestowed from birth your belovedness
The earth has rubbed away the shine
And given names of otherness

 But this his assurance
His nature cannot else belie
By his atonement beloved transference


From this loved state,
Though often we try to deny,
You cannot escape

Belovedness is the gift
Your status never changing in his eyes
His Precious love do not resist

BE loved and love His Son
Then to others do impart,
Yahweh’s will to be done

Arise in this adoration
You are chosen by the Beloved
Bring now this belovedness to his creation

To all who are beloved of God in Rome, called as saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
As He says also in Hosea, "I WILL CALL THOSE WHO WERE NOT MY PEOPLE, 'MY PEOPLE,' AND HER WHO WAS NOT BELOVED, 'BELOVED
For He rescued us from the domain of darkness, and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son,






Sunday, March 19, 2017

The one

The one


(Jesus x one = Infinite possibilities ) All Generations


You are the one,
It is you that I seek,
Come away,
You alone are who I want to meet.


The crowds, the masses,
You alone are my desire,
Their turn will come,
But for now come sit by my fire.

Though for the world I died
It is for your heart that I fight.
And though for all the sacrifice,
 I ask you to warm yourself in my light


Multiplied by one,
My power, love and splendor
Can move mountains and break chains.
So Come away and surrender

Place yourself in my equation
You are the one I will chase
I am multiplication
The 99 can wait

The many, much loved,
But one times infinity
Is all that I need
My love given individually

When each adding to the whole
The sum exploding exponentially
Transformation and reconciliation
All together yet separately.







Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Bowling balls and bow and arrows

Bowling balls and bow and arrows

Aiming through narrow lanes,
Put the bowling ball down.
No need to lug and lift and throw,
Gently now lower to the ground.
Pins all lined up in a row,
Target in plain view,
Limited in its reach,
Man’s control to try to hit the few.

Now The archer’s tool to wield
The weight and draw fit to size
To aim and release the goal
Arrow placed, let loose and fly
Quiver filled like overflowing bowl
Windage adjusted by the Lord
Target greater, farther than sight can see
 Destination by man unexplored.


The call to serve where we are placed, sometimes feels like we are bowling, heavy, ungainly and demanding of lots of effort. But in truth we simply need to heed the call, to pick up the bow, aim and release then rest in the  Lord trusting he knows where to land what he asked to be released.



"Jesus said to His followers, 'Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.'” Matthew 11:28–30


 2 Kings 13:15-17  Elisha said, “Get a bow and some arrows,” and he did so. 16 “Take the bow in your hands,” he said to the king of Israel. When he had taken it, Elisha put his hands on the king’s hands.17 “Open the east window,” he said, and he opened it. “Shoot!” Elisha said, and he shot “The Lord’s arrow of victory, the arrow of victory over Aram!” Elisha declared. “You will completely destroy the Arameans at Aphek.”

Sharpen the arrows, fill the quivers! The LORD has aroused the spirit of the kings of the Medes, because His purpose is against Babylon to destroy it; for it is the vengeance of the LORD, vengeance for His temple





Monday, February 27, 2017

Growing pink

Growing pink

White: holy unblemished and pure
Not of this world
Nor of human form
Perfect sacrifice forevermore

Red: rivulets from flesh surrendered
Earthly gift
Heavenly giver
Life flowing act of love

Growing pink deep inside
Something new
Supernatural flow
Out pouring agape’
 Emanating beyond all borders
Deposited spirit and love
Moving mountains external and within


 During  a teaching on hearing God's voice, We were to  ask God What color do you see in so and so... My Partner replied green on the outside( for growing) and Pink in the middle but the pink was really God's pureness in white, mixed with God's love in red...thus the poem .

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Worth/ F.R.E.E. BLOG


http://www.freefromht.org/worth/


This months Blog On Freedom and restoration for everyone enslaved

Worth


Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. .( Matthew 10:29-31) 


“Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you” (Isaiah 49:15). 

Unwanted, a burden, another mouth to feed
Left out, fed up, searching for more,
Lies in your head, you’ll never succeed.

Hollywood glamor, MTV hype
Grasping for smoke and mirrors,
Or something telling you you’re worth the fight.

Promises whispered in sultry tone,
New shoes, new identity, his sugar girl.
Trading all that is precious for rhinestone.

Bate, hook and line,
The lure lowered down,
Offered by a sheep covered swine.

Sight can only see right now
To be desired and offered love
Unaware of plans to become his cash cow

The treachery so slow and slick
Showered with attention,
But tomorrow asked to turn trick.

The slippery slope getting slicker still
The rapes and beatings the start
Climbing out like going backwards uphill.

Free will to do only as he pleases
No money, no escape, plenty of fear
Life stolen, tattered to pieces

If only someone were to care
If only, the whisper of hearts
If only there was help from this nightmare.


We all have been designed with eternity set in our hearts, to be part of a larger picture, to be swept up in strong arms, known and loved. And yet somewhere along the way the story gets, fuzzy, cloudy or sometimes ripped away. So many young ladies (and boys too) have become prey to “wolves in sheep’s clothing.” Not all sex trafficking victims stories are as pictured in the poem above but many times it is the most vulnerable that are lured in. We as the body of Christ can be the “someone’s to care”. We are commanded as believers to love the least of these, to set the captives free. And those who are being Sex trafficked are the captives.  So what are we to do, how do we stop a multibillion dollar industry?  We become more aware and stop seeing child Prostitutes and begin to see victims, we begin to use our influence and educate our communities, we reach out to the marginalized, speaking life and hope into the least of these, building relationships that can speak true identity.  Those who foster and adopt with the love of Christ can become a new landing place for many. Working with youth and offering honest hope and relationship can become another landing pad to stopping the vulnerable from sliding into treachery. We the body can become advocates against pornography, an insidious way of life, that has taught our boys to become detached and void of empathy for our girls, we can mentor and come along side our young men and talk about true manhood. But what about the ones it’s “too late “for, the ones who have been lured in and sold a false narrative only to wake up to the realities of being told they are worth less than nothing? We can support local organizations that are currently advocating for victims, we can raise money for safe houses where those that are rescued could go and find help and safety.  We can be on our knee’s praying that sex trafficking is stopped and that our vulnerable youth will know their true worth. We cannot just sit by but must rise up as the church in action.
“Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us” (2 Corinthians 5:20)

Below are some statistics and interesting reads as well as links to places to lend your support
  “Studies estimate that at least 60 percent of victims of child sex trafficking come from the child welfare system, and the majority of them have extensive histories of sexual and physical abuse prior to ever being trafficked. Seventy-eight percent of all prostitution arrests are girls, and 52 percent of all juvenile arrests for prostitution are African-American girls. Instead of being recognized as victims of crime and given the services and support necessary to heal from their trauma, these children are neglected, dismissed, ignored, and—in the worst cases—criminalized.”