Little Freed One

Once there was a baby bird who began to grow...
This baby bird had wings but couldn’t use them yet.
Each day she would grow a little more.
She began to stretch her wings and practice moving them.
She dreamed with excitement about the day she could begin to learn to fly.
But there was a nasty chain maker that found her.
Religion was his name.
He hated flying birds and so he made chains.
The first chain that bound the little bird was a small almost harmless chain.
“No matter I can still learn to fly” thought the little bird.
But the next day there were more chains.
And the next more.
As the little bird grew more and more chains appeared.
When the day finally came that she was old enough to learn to fly she was to weighed down with the chains.
“One day I’ll still learn to fly!” she thought, “One day I’ll find away to loose these chains!!”
But Religion came and spoke sternly, lies, that gave the chains strength.
“You will never be free!! Freedom is dangerous!! You may have been given wings but you weren’t meant to use them!! How wicked you are to be so discontent! Shame on you!! What pride!!”
Hearing no other voice the little bird began to believe the lies Religion spoke.
“This must be my lot in life and I’m just going to have to except it. I don’t want to be a wicked bird. I want to be humble! I will give up my dreams of flight. I don’t deserve it any way, I have been so discontent. I should have been happy just to have a nice nest.”
So she cast her eyes down, so as not to see the wicked flying birds around her, and become discontent again.
But this little bird had a Maker and He saw her sad state.
His heart burned because He Made her to fly and wanted her to use her beautiful wings.
He saw her heart and how she longed to sore, He made the desire, she wasn’t wicked.
One day when the time was just right the Maker came close and started speaking truth.
Soft lovely whispers in the wind, He knew He must be gentle for the little bird thought the Maker was angry with her.
But he wasn’t. Oh, He wasn’t angry and she was about to learn it!
She heard the whispers of truth, telling her her Maker wasn’t angry or disappointed.
Soon she began to believe it...
Day after day the Good Maker whispered more and more truth of His love and delight in her.
He told her of her value and how good of a job He had done when making her.
Every time she choose to believe one of the truthful whispers a chain would break until one day..
She finally believed the Maker was good and loved her madly.
Then before she knew it He was standing before her.
Her down cast eyes for the first time since she was young found strength to look up.
When her eyes met His for the first time the delight He had for her over flowed from His eyes and poured down in to her’s.
The lovely healing delight penetrated her mind, and heart and went deep in to her hurting soul healing, soothing, and giving new life.
All the damage done by Religions chains was undone and repaired back to and better than fullness.
Once delight had done it’s first healing cleanse of her being The Maker spoke her name and said to her.
“My dear One look all the chains are gone and can never hold you again. You are free, fly in my delight!”
She began to weep with relief but at the same time was filled with such joy that her never before used wings found strength.
She bent her legs, lifted her wings and with one smooth motion she took off with perfect form.
She was made for this!!
The more she flew the more she felt her Makers delight the more she loved Him the more she trusted that she had been made for this, the more she knew He was good.
So began her new life of freedom and flight.
Everyday as she soared through the air Her Maker would join her and as she lived with His constant delight listening to truth from His lips every day she became stronger, wiser, and more beautiful.
All the damage Religion had done didn’t even compare to the wholeness and fullness of truth’s work in her.
Little bird you are free.
Little bird you are me.

And they did it all wrong...

And they did it all wrong...
But they loved, they sat at His feet when I still felt ashamed. How could they be so bold?
They did it all wrong,
But they trusted and obeyed.
They did it all wrong,
But their faith unlike mine spoke for it’s self. They were more bold than me and the people I knew who did it all right.
They did it all wrong,
But they saw more miracles than I ever thought possible.
They did it all wrong,
But people were being loved.
They did it all wrong,
But they brought in more lost sons and daughters than any of the ones I knew who were doing it right.
They did it all wrong,
But they had more life, joy and adventure than anyone I knew.
They did it all wrong,
But they saw more of heaven on earth in a day than I ever hoped to.
They did it all wrong,
But they knew Jesus and spoke of his face in a way that I knew meant they had seen it.
They did it all wrong,
But they didn’t seem to know, and if they did they didn’t care.
Maybe I was the one who was really wrong.....

Thots...

You need feel no shame standing before the HOLY ONE who's blood removed it.
So then rejoice brothers and sisters, you are 100% approved before the Our Holy Maker!!
Come in to His presence boldly!
It honors His work on the cross to do so. =)
Walk in, face radiant, washed His blood!!!
He will be happy to see you!

Sometimes I still weep when I remember I'm Free.

My Daddy Gets His Girls Back

This Day the Kingdom of heaven has come near!
Crooked teeth, sores
Dirty streets, cold rooms
This is were they stay...
Good money, broken dreams
Living hell, normal girls
This is how they live...
But Oh I know something... I know something great
I know the Invisible One who knows their every thought
I know the Ones who keeps their tears
I know the One who never left
I know the One who wants them back
I know the One who loves
I know the One who lives on the cold streets, in the dirty rooms, with arms out reached.
I know the One who wins, the One who get’s what He wants.
I know the One who wants His baby girls
I know the One who get's them
I am His and He is mine
I’m spreading my net, I’m bringing them home...

A New Season...

It’s a new season. Over the years I have come to realize I love the change of seasons. I think I love the change, in between seasons time, because of the hint of the unknown. I love looking ahead and knowing things are going to change having an idea, but never knowing quite what it’s going to be like. Growing up in Co was super great because of this. It could snow as early as September and still warm up enough in October and to wear shorts. It snowed on my Birthday, June 5th one year after we had already had a few hot weeks. I happen to love extreme weather. Big blizzards, trenchal down pours, tornadoes, and thunder storms give me a thrill. I love coming in contact and witnessing power that is bigger than me. I love the feeling of sitting in side my warm cozy house watching a tornado touch down just half a mile away, and knowing for whatever reason that it can’t hurt me. I love getting snowed in for days. I love it when the rain comes down so hard things are moved. It’s an adventure of sorts. I love adventure. My first time to the beach when I was 17 I discovered my favorite thing to do was stand right were the big waves crashed. The waves would knock me off my feet, turn and twist me around and drop me back on the shore. Every time was different. Sometimes it was a short ride some times I thought I might pass out before I could get a breath. I came out bruised and scratched but I didn’t care. I loved the risk and yet knowing the beach was aways there and always soft. When I see a storm coming I love the not knowing how big and bad it’s going to be. When I see a wave coming I love not knowing how hard it’s going to hit. I love knowing my house is always strong enough and knowing the beach is always soft. Nieve? Yes I know I’ve already been informed by more than one person that my house just might not stand through the next twister, or that this time I just might get pulled down by the under current. It still doesn’t scare me, I love the risk and thrill way to much.

This love of risk and adventure and the unknown is something built in to me. It’s in my nature. For many years religion did it’s best to tell me I was foolish and that it was wiser to listen to fear. I fought it for a while as a young teen but when I grew a little older I started listening to the voice of the fear of man. I resisted that inside voice that told me it was ok to risk it all. I refused to let my self dream of what life could be like if I took some bigger than life risks. I longed for adventure, and the unknown but gave way to fear. Because I’m a daughter of the Most High, however I didn’t stay there very long. Last year Papa God reached down and delivered me. He has been restoring all He placed in my heart from the foundations of the earth. I’m taking risks again. It was a bit of a learning curve to get back in the saddle but I’m doing it and I love it now more than I did before, it gives me a thrill.
Father has spoken to me and told me I am on the brink of a new season. I love this and I kind of already knew it. Today as I walked home I was thinking about how great the last season was. What a marvelous Deliverer and Maker I serve. I was also meditating on the word He spoke to me about these seasons. He has said that the last season was merely an awakening to His life and love, This coming season I will move in to living more and more fulling in His life and love. Today as I walked home I got the same tingle feeling that I get when I see a wave coming, or a dark cloud, it starts at the back of my neck and goes down my back, out my arms and down my legs. I can’t wait. My house may not always be safe from a tornado, but I’m always safe in my Fathers arms. I may not always have strength enough to resist an under current but He has given my His strength. Where physical havens may fail My Father never does. So I will walk forward and be swept away in this new season, experiencing all the thrill and adventure of the unknown that I crave, knowing all the while my Papa is ALWAYS a safe place.

A new season...
My senses wait in anticipation.
My nose tingles
I imagine all the new scents that may come my way.
The skin on my arms and legs tightens bracing for the new air,
Will it be warm? Cool? Damp? Dry? Or maybe a glorious mix of all...
My eyes look forward looking beyond what I see waiting to catch a glimpse of what is to come.
Will it be Dark? Bold? Beautiful? Wild? Can it be seen?I don’t know...
What wild things will I get to do?
Will I get to jump? Dance? Sing? Scream? Laugh? Shout? Speak? Whisper?
What part of this crazy world will I come in contact with?
What new revelation of the Holy Creator will I have?
What more of heaven will I see and understand?
How far will I get to go?
What more can I see?
Oh the glorious unknown that I will soon know.
The wonderful unlived that I will soon live.
The unseen that I will soon see!
I love new seasons....

another thot...

If God is Love and God is without beginning or end and each of His attributes are never ending then I think it safe to assume the world has yet to fully see or experience His Love. There is still more to come....=)