Where the Lines Begin to Grey

Life is lived in the tension
the moments in between.
The lines between you and I blur as we unfold.
Perhaps one day we will look back, and see the blur was when your heart met mine.
Maybe my eyes are just out of focus.
For now I tip-toe through this maze, where the lines begin to grey.

On the Road

"I take a moment to become aware of Holy Spirit, because the One I am aware of is the One I will manifest." - Bill Johnson 

The road to healing is a strange one. Such highs and lows, and much in betweens. Each day, a little more ground is gained and some new hurt is discovered; a dance into the arms of Love. Two steps forward, one step aside. The moments of exhilaration are followed by a rush of fear and recollection, each fighting for spotlight in my mind.

And yet, Love is all around. There is something so deep and profound about the awareness of Love and Spirit and Joy. Spirit bring all of the above. To live aware of Him is my greatest pleasure and task. 

Hope's Anthem

"Hope, oh fickle friend of mine."
I heard this lie today. Yet when I look, I am surprised to find: Hope screams its reign over death. Helpless; no longer. Hope's anthem continues to grow. Bursting forth, colors in life.
There is such hope! For you, for me, for the world and humanity. It explodes and interrupts the lies of hopeless ends! Let there be hope among the nations, let it reign in my soul. Because, "I get to love You through whatever comes, what a privilege."*

It shall come to pass in the latter days
that the mountain of the house of the Lord
shall be established as the highest of the mountains,
and shall be lifted up above the hills;
and all the nations shall flow to it,
and many peoples shall come and say:
"Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord,
to the house of the God of Jacob,
that He may teach us His ways
and that we may walk in His paths."
For out of Zion shall go the law
and the world of the Lord from Jerusalem.
He shall judge between the nations,
and shall decide disputes for many peoples;
and they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war anymore. 

Hope abounds! Where the lies of lack, and helplessness, and despair whisper, hope resound with all the weight of heaven and glory.

 Because, "I get to love you through whatever comes, how sweet it is."**




* and ** are lyrics from Kristene DiMarco's Praise the Lord O My Soul 

"Can people be angels?" I asked today, thinking of the woman who was there when I hit my head because God told her she needed to be there for some reason earlier that day. "She is a citizen of heaven," was your response.

I want to live like this, to be this in tune with Father and His kingdom, that people say of me, "She is a citizen of heaven."

And that marked difference between a citizen and the earth, and even a "believer", and an active citizen of heaven!

It feels extraordinary to me, that one could be so closely in tune with Father's heartbeat.

That I might grow to be that active and in touch with this Kingdom I love.

Adventures in longboarding, and blessings in disguise

In My Dreams, We Meet

I met you in my dreams last night
You were tall and lovely
Running across the field you came
Windblown hair.

I waited for you at the post mark
Where you plane would land
Running across the field you came
Shoulders broad.

Coming close now
Ever on the horizon



I saw you in my dreams last night
Holding my heart in your hands.