Machine, Soil, Glory, Flow

18358749_10211163096686771_5459852355134312984_oIt has not been very comfortable obeying God these last few weeks. How many know He stretches us. Feel out of alignment? Ya, you should. God’s not static. He’s always moving when He shifts hard right you may or may not shift hard right. Depends where you are in the machine. Are you a gear, a lever, a pulley or a wing nut? Maybe you’re a motor or a fuse box in the mechanical machine analogy of the body of Christ.
Because God’s multi-dynamic.
Maybe your season is as a rubber banded belt on two converters spinning, stretching hard and tight like a taffy machine does. Pulling everything out, churning it, turning it, readying it for planting. God can not seed glory in mixed soil. He is not talking about the people around you, but rather the thoughts of conviction within you, hidden deep in reservoirs of your inner water that outlines the outer edges of your soil. Where your spirit abides in the water with your water. The beginning to the essence of God in you. God wants to shower the world with that water. Begin to allow him to filter it, take out all the build up , the parasites, the additives that have accumulated from the pollution you or others, who took care of you when you were vulnerable, opened the door to. Choices that brought darkness and wounds that have eroded the walls of your heart. Time to let go. As you let go I literally see scabies kind of scabs getting up and walking away. I’m assuming this is metaphoric. But I never fill in the blanks.
Wow. Start writing one flow and boom comes a rushing river shifts the flow.
That’s pretty much this season: like a deep long dark exillerating fun breathtaking scary water tube ride. Grab your mat! You can’t steer, so don’t try.
Hold on and keep your eyes on Jesus
Were here we Goooooo!
It all starts with being You
Being Real
Being Still
Asking questions
Hard questions
Jesus did
We should too
Then wait
Listen
Love
Listen
Obey
Rest
Jesus
Trust is worship
Jesus I worship you
Jesus I TRUST YOU

Seer Song

13912529_10208665892338223_7167030542510823001_nOh, my feet have been on clay too long.
Take me up
Up
Up
Up
Lost in your love
Forgotten by time
Captured inside the essence of who you are My Father.
When I look into your eyes
I find the me I so longed to know
Who is this me
And where has she been
Make me look like her
Cause me to feel like her
Arise alive in me this furious love which is the consumption of her name
Because her names in you
Jesus one name
Beautiful song she sings
Glorify His name
Angels sing
World collide
From who you are there’s no place to hide
Afraid to see the me that you call me to be
And face the words of those who says I’ve lost my way and the voice That leads me is not my Fathers words Divine
Words cut my heart
Realization
Awakened from my own childlike slumber
Dumbfounded, head spinning in wonder
Father is that you I hear
Take these words spoken to by leaders in concern for me
Take what’s true and put it inside of me
Lord let you be my truth
Let you be my stay
You give me my all
I hand it to you,
If it needs to go away
For I want nothing outside of your love
And I don’t want wings
if I can’t fly up in heavens great love
Swing me up, swing me down
Bring heaven from the depths of all glory to meet me right here right now in the birth of your story.
For you, the great author
The poet of my soul
The lover of all my being
Great God
Lord Jesus from heaven Divine
To you I surrender even the things I don’t yet know
Or all the places I’ve yet to go
In this moment
The word stops.still
I hand you my days.
I hand you my will
For the things.that I seek
No man could ever tell
And the gold that I’m seeking no man would ever sell
I’m on journey not for the mediocre ordinary or small
I’m not out for riches to stack up on my trophy wall
No the things I seek only my heart even knows if it even does exist
But for a love so Divine
One that paints me w heavens skies
One that spins me around
till I twinkle and ask the Lord of wonder
all the questions to meet his ways
Because the pull of gravity comes so alive in me
An explosion eternal one that costs you everything but worth so much more
than any mere man could ever pay
in the currency; money, sense or through logic’s way
Close your eyes Seer, child of heaven
Daddy’s not forgotten you
He’s blowing heaven’s winds down onto you
Breathe
Breathe
Oh weeping willow tree
Spread your vine and set me free
Father of lights
Lord God of and in everything
I live a life of love surrender in oneness with you.

Breathe your winds on the midsummer night
Keep my world
Guard my world
Let your creation rest
Rest this night in only you
Stillness
Stillness like a wind that tiptoes through
Breath
Breath
Heavens glorious breath of life love life on me
Glorious devotion
Heartfelt emotion
Mysterious commotion
Alive
King of kings
Lion of Judah
Jesus
You make me
Free

Clouds of Heaven

18623657_10211288954433136_7437031638567166101_oSharing my obsession with the beauty and art I see in the clouds. They take me forever into another place, where I call home. Mysteries hidden right before our eyes yet we are too pacified and satisfied to see.

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An open portal if you will right into the hidden in the inner heart of God. The biggest lIe is that God’s mad; we must get our behavior in line. That we can’t see or talk to God or that we can only live a one dimensional life. Freedom has many forms, perceptions, concepts and paths but for me only one name – LOVE. And when YOU encounter Love, He gives you His name. I don’t need too . But I can tell you where you can find him the rest is you and Him…

Bodies and Cameras In His Hand

Beautiful perspectives, life lesson Gods takes me on. Sometimes before you get to the light the path can appear to be a bit rocky. Keep your eyes of your heart open and the eyes of your face trained in faith. Surrender to a picture that has yet to fully appear. Keep walking.

18673211_10211288784028876_3175183659268240495_o.jpgYes it’s rocky. You may even fall flat on your face rolling down boulders. I did, IT hurt BADER THAN BAD. My soul cried out as I slipped with my camera in one hand and body in the other. I knew God healed so when I knew I was going down, I had a choice: body damage or camera damage. Now a photographer can’t take pictures with a smashed camera so I elected to throw myself down and let the camera not hit. It was like boom bang roll bam roll slamp bang roll drop smash crash bang plop crash….


It was bad. It was mothers Day, I couldnt move or stand at all. I had dirt in mouth I lay alone on the ground for 10 minutes. Then I said, “ok Lord lets do this. Bones be healed. Concussion, contusions, broken bones be gone. Pain, blood evaporate and heal. And heart of a warrior arise. It’s time to go take more pictures. Spit the sand out of your face. Go be a grandma and mom. lol. Jesus can you shake it off in with your glory, every bit of pain while I rise and walk or stumble till I can walk.”

He was so awesome. Of course He healed me. Then He says, “so you trust me with your body but not your camera mmmm???”

His eye is on the sparrow and my camera !