On The Ladder 

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Lord sober my mind to see You clear, when the enemy’s lies tell me You’re not near, help me here. Give me understanding in the midst of the storm, blow in and transform when my thoughts are clouded by doubt and despair, worry taking over making me feel impaired, not knowing You’re there. … Whispering … to know Thy strength, in weak moments, [listen]

where you use it and hold it, molding me like clay to peel away the layers of false protection, defense mechanisms I’ve neglected to face with intention, only feeling their tension. This all is worth the mention, because in permitting another dimension, subtracting by adding to and leaving division, that never existed, but persisted in the striving, through fear taking hold, Jesus reshape me to hold Your glory, overflowing and succumbing to Your story for my life, I collide with You like a divine set up – my weights and yokes meeting Your breaking and revoking of all my opposition, mind renewed leaving my pursuit only of You and not on evading the devil’s wishes… and in the midst it provides me trust and a release, relinquishing my gripping…

So in my sitting, my feet recognize the collection of dripping water on these steps I have climbed to perch upon, I sigh and recognize all slipping is now submitting to Your peace that stills the deep with endless increase, and lies, they cease as the Truth is known.

Taking upon my own something that is gifted freely, inside I receive and outside I perceive the changes that occur, realizing what once was spoken over, once blurred, now here, a day coming where there would begin a rumbling, rattling of loose bondage like wet bandages, ejecting from the man cave where man has hidden his mandate, plans that began and reran plays that produce a soothe say that speaks to reduce you and consume your praise, your purpose, prevention aimed to undo the main attraction and keep undrawn the curtains. So let there be LIGHT, to stand in the certainty of purpose woven deep in the beginning, He’s grinning as you wake to the brimming of His overflow, poured out like laughter 🙂 finding pasture, here, on the ladder. VISTO.

1 Samuel 30:6 And David was greatly distressed; for the people spake of stoning him, because the soul of all the people was grieved, every man for his sons and for his daughters: but David encouraged himself in the Lord his God.


It Is Well


What is this interruption? This chasm that exists like a spasm, of muscles designed to run free, extending and soaring on heights only He can invite in spite of the present and near fear, doubt He reminds us to break through clouds that crowd around our eyes to see skies beyond what lies… Jesus come in this place. Enter in and change the atmosphere where You alone are feared, peering through to see Your throne, holding You seated, ruling and reigning imbuing a prevailing wailing to overcome the aching, Jesus our groaning exists, because we are changing, making room for Your Spirit, come consume and infuse our imagination to behold Your majestic that shatters fabrications, and restores what is cluttered establishing revelation of a new thing, here, in the midst of the old, 10:10 told to those, inviting us to that deeper, still waters, so I stop and pause bearing witness as You hover, carrying provision and prophetic vision to see You in the midst of the storm, to be soothed as the missiles aim to bring hell, It Is Well…



Praying through the next season… recently, rest been the reason for my meaning, but a waking is beginning, taking from what’s missing in the ache of my grinning, knowing there is more than meets the eye, and the disguise sighs from the wincing- it isn’t built for digging. Only covering, until the smothering leads to a rumbling, shaking from the subtleties, slowly feeling that muzzle squeeze, crying out for the turn of free people, walking and standing, but the pause is demanding of the fidgety nature, working out the weak to present mature, strength and grandeur is revealing a standard ignored by our habits, adorned with un-pursued passions, weighing down with their asking of a life poured out, but the I brings fear and doubt.. While Love, calls us out, of ourselves, encountering winds that overcome the dust from our shelves and demand more. What we yearn for…

Concerning force and power, but more is our inheritance because it bares a sense of humility, the ability to lay down your life in the face of He who did it first brings about a sense of agility that shakes all obstacles. Trusting in Jesus makes strength possible, because it is fueled in our weakness, making the worthless… profitable. Instead of your shame you will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace you will rejoice in your inheritance. And so you will inherit a double portion in your land, and everlasting joy will be yours. (Isaiah 61:7 NIV). In definition of more, He puts back from the attack what was made lack to act prior to any reaction, tacking the distractions upon the cross, crucified with Christ, gaining His passion… More…

Of His passion, dividing like double edged swords between the good and the great. What stood in the way, was a means to an end rather than a trust where I stand, that He will provide… a way, an answer, the promise that we relied on that would make the walk worth it through the let downs and the sighs, but somehow pride won’t allow our deny, asking for our lives so that they we might find in days to come. He that keeps it held tight will only invite those fingers pried, but those that trust not in sight but in the person of Christ, to walk by our side despite what imagination informs us might befall our pursuit, the battle for our fear ensues and we have to choose. More is on the other side of risk, more, You won’t deny Your kids, more, despite what is, for more… we exist.

Drink from the well…

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Your time with God is for you. Don’t be so quick to share it with others, when He gave it to you to receive first. Drink from the well…

Lord, breathe deep into my soul, fill every crack and crevice, so that I get it, and am to the full. Let me pull on Your coattails and desire more of Your grace for me, no longer passing it along like a charitable throng… I recognize that to be wrong- to give away what I was meant to receive; to fill the place of hunger with some need to feed others’. Out of starvation, I proceed. Lord grant me the sweet manna that is meant for me, forming in me LIFE that comes ABUNDANTLY, which cannot be contained or framed like a presentation painted and hung to proclaim some moment of past time change when God came down. Lord, Your presence and Your speaking, is always… right now. And more than enough to pour out, overflowing expectations, purging clouds to Son breaking, turning round the unmistaken recognition of child meeting parent, fulfillment in the filling of voids, tears cried out meets embrace and love is redefined, now, in this place, where silence speaks and hurts are healed. Hearts revealed in the sanctuary of God (Psalm 73:17), paused is the spending of time, suspended as perspectives perspire eternity, dripping on thirsty land…

serging, waking,

breaking. Power collides in

quakes and shaking, but making new in this place of rearranging, renovation, restoration, renewing… transformation.

Seeking His reflection.

Drink from the well…

The Box

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If I know the way, then your word is irrelevant- obstacles keeping me from accomplishing my settlement, or present tense intentions met with past tense perspectives that keep you from seeing reality or simply just accepting it… Silly… how I can get so caught in this predicament, I thought I was in the right when it all seemed legitimate, but slowly you faded from site… and despite my efficient sense, I found myself locked in the box unable to rescind the sent, messages proclaiming points, shooting arrows from this regiment, aimed to imply the obvious that you need to just accept, and bless the plans I lay out in the way I have rendered best. Yes, Best, I said it. Can you see my pride in this? I seem to hide from its rising when I deny the voice inside… maybe you need to just ride with this… I say, not recognizing your sighs in the midst, I seem to only deny it because I’m tired of this, exchange, I just need to explain how it will happen, slowly I choose to silence another allowing another thing’s enacting.

Self-deception… is the core of this lesson.

You think you are acting in the right unknowingly making it wrong as people get neglected. When person becomes opponent, winners become irrelevant. Living, breathing objects… this is not an embellishment. Needing more than intelligence, but a reverence acquired by perceiving another person… instead of the upset to my temperament. Unmet is the expectance that we have to prevent this, apathy of another for our agenda’s acceptance. Unconcerned with the subtleties if the accomplishment is pervasive, and lacking the waves necessary to cause any changes, the box remains intact while relationships strain. How is it that it is so easy to misplace value solely on ourselves while others we forsake? I can line this whole piece with eloquently placed, phrases in the right cadence, but if I don’t consider you in the midst of these statements, theoretically I’m wasting the purpose for creating… To step outside that box we find ourselves in, and remember ways that we wish we might live, despite this it still happens a lot. Now you just can’t say you didn’t know, about the box.



hands tense, breath short, heavy countenance from the rounds of it, “it,” steadily returning, fleeing at the sign of the surgeon, fair-weather with surgery scheduling make the return an eminent, rather than intentional and penitent I am set to remedy the cycle of sediment that slowly clogs all pipes where water used to flow…

Lord, please help me, before it calcifies, help me to stop the problem, the problem, that i think that I hold up in submission, confused by the exchange and why it’s still present in this dishing of plates that I never wanted in the first place, now the heavy weight is gaining and I lose my thoughts as all i can speak of is what’s pertaining to my offense… unknowingly I let down my defense, partnering with the offense, pardoning it’s sentence to excuse it as mine, ownership of something that was sent to do me harm, stop the swarm, smoke to hover and cover and slow the buzzers… Jesus, come.

Here, in this exchange, help me to practice what I say. Eyes locked on, it’s time for me to un-embrace this chase of pain, endure-to-inflict, blurred in conflict and the pausing caused by the awing factor of what the heck is going on… nothing less than blowing on flames that increase to bring a consuming of the oxygen in the room… let Your waters rush, upon and from within, surrender is to cease resistance and submit, and with I in You and You in I, my resistance is a stance of standing in You and no longer banding with the bruise or contusions brought to me to define me by its oohs and aahs confessing to pollute the air I speak and therefore breathe, it aimed to confine me by hoping to align these poisons with my DNA, but I judge that thing, that offense… and I outline this fence, protecting this one sent by the King to bear His image, it is finished, let the opposition be diminished.

Your face, I seek


“Your face, I seek” I speak, to leak out of the fortress built by river run off, because the pipeline built is requiring stilts to insure more than a one-off, where I quiet down and listen, yielding all of the elements to see what’s reflected, uncovering prisms to behold the beautiful spectrum of light, dividing into facets instead of blinding the bystander…

I stand by and watch myself banter, unable to dismantle my own rambles, I insecurely am walking in shambles and yet You provide me with ample gauge of praise and affirmation, to wake me from this slumber I imagined had my number, but when called, I checked my ticket, 🙂 So there it is, or rather, there is it, this exquisite visit from the Lover of my soul who sees all in all and whole and still speaks a full “yes” … so I long to give You my best, and live less out of my desire to retreat – comforting with treats that sweeten what is bitter, uncommitted in my commitment, I hesitated and turned as I drew near, this fear, I bring to You, revealing truth to speak through the resistance I lift in the face of tsunami swells, You calmly tell me who You are, and by far how far You run to overwhelm my wants and desires with Your passion to lift me higher, so I go low… and am brought to know Your deep love, Your goodness that sobers and intoxicates, bringing a pause and weight that breaks all the false and counterfeit, so I state, to be reminded of this state, that YOU ARE GOOD, GOOD, OH… In Jesus’ name.

the process

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I close my eyes tonight in anticipation. Knowing the journey I’ve been taking is one led by the One and His placing of adventures and obstacles. He mentors my “possibles” through intentional pauses full of listening and hearing, do you hear me? Ingesting what is taken in to break down the nutrients – new sequences and frequencies; relenting from decency to reverence coming from frequently standing on tippy toes, reminding the, presence we, neglect to recognize.

In His image, it’s in our eyes, but living like it’s in disguise, this inner fight to be revealed, when this tension only exists for us to learn to yield, to His grace, unearned favor shaking our faith to be wrecked and changed. Our yes became a resting place for the seed to grow, and as the ground breaks and makes its way, we see the slow, abrupt, overwhelming display of His love – in and through.

Beginning a new perspective of how we see this undertaking, faith being made into faith, we embrace the Sovereign and He displaces our bottling, uncorked to pour out, posturing to use spouts installed at our weaving, activated by our believing, rivers of living water flowing like streams, into the sediment, causing life to spring from barren wastelands and paths to be made in the wilderness, His precedent.

His will is this, that none should perish, inviting us all to the beautiful sanctuary of repentance, in His presence are complete joy and pleasures, restoring to full measure, settling the stirring and concerning to rest into His endeavors, desiring for another excuse to rendesvous, I mean rendezvous, parlez vous?, His language comes from listening and exchanging, and its changing, me, as I take His speech and relate statements that exhale from the pauses, I am learning and practicing to trust (and enjoy) the process.

“If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.” -John 7:37-38

“Behold, I do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” Isaiah 43:19

“The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.” -2 Peter 3:9


Random Acts


…of kindness can really change your day,” Thomas said as he wheeled away from the Bartell Drugs. Impacted by my searching for the B of A across the street on my phone… A simply confusing thing that placed itself like a hurdle that brought the two of us together. So we gathered as I welcomed the pause in my day with grace and thanks that I had time to spare, and he was gracious that I did. 

Random acts, like treasures in the day. You can’t pursue them or else they slip subtly away, they are attracted to the genuine, can’t be bought or sold, and are what they are and always will be, a gift. They are there all around us and if we watch for them, we can be like ointment to sores, fresh water to a thirsty soul, warmth to a cold heart. 

In The Bible, the Apostle Paul wrote in the book of Romans, “For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.” (‭Romans‬ ‭1‬:‭20‬ NIV)

If you allow yourself to look for it, you’ll see it. And it’s beauty is 

Quick, Free


Relinquish the constraints, and the focus on the paint chipping, from the frame, the aching of the panes, these windows been stained by the expressions of the past, but somehow the structure still stands, out lasts, to bask in the rays of the sunshine, memories of that one time, the fun times, that seem to only get more cherished, giving us strength to grin and bear it, the uphill grinding, He’s right behind em, encouraging, in courage we walk by weakness, perfected is His teaching in our actions, Jesus give me more of Your passion, to walk it out..