Dreaming again... morning of the 23rd

So real.
So deep.
The feeling of movies that play while you sleep.
Some thing untold
Something almost forgotten.
Things that keep creeping up on me
The ideas
The circumstances long gone
Memory in reminder of where we came from
the call to love.
Love is an interesting word
something that can not just be described in a few words
but takes a life to show.
Just like the Savior who took his 30+ years to give up all, in a pursuit, in a loving obedience to God who wanted to show us the love he intended.


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Caught up in a dream.
Not a hope or desire, but one of a story.
Riding on the back, you came back.
All along all the past years of circumstances that just continued hinting of other things.
Where are you now, I know not.
What you think now, I know not.
Once you let it beyond personal, it just gets stuck in a mess.
A journey, a ride to the furthest parts that the sky tries to hide.
Washed out with a thoughtful mess inside.
I am worried.
Even thought we are told not to worry.
All the things in the past, present, or before me,
things we learn are already planned perfectly.
So why mess, why regret, why worry.
I guess the knowledge inside me conflicts with the feelings that guide me.
No, hopefully more than a feeling or thought.
Dazzled. Amazed, I am to weak to worry. Lord by my ever present Father and His ever present strength. Let him see you.
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Part two ,
stuck and confused, thinking of all the messes I've created.
Was it me?
Truthfully,
it might not have been but the giving way to the sin inside me.
I can not stand. nor understand, the craziness of the circumstances.
How a sticky stand begins to land all sorts of things that fly,
---around.
Birds of all feather smart, beautiful, quick
the smell of the Father's essence attracts them to it.
But the reality of what is close, the purification process continued
of a perl that still is a piece of sand,
sand stuck in the mouth of a clam,
not beautiful until it is refined over years on end.
Not valuable unless all that work that has been put in produces,
a product deemed beautiful.
Then the clam lets go and sacrifices the pearl that it worked hard to
cultivate.
But right now, a pearl you do not see, but a simple piece of sand being pressed,
being cleaned, being added into something of more beauty.
Just like clay in my Potters hand. <3 p="">Love so amazing.

Heart on your Heart-Letter from APRIL

When April showers and May flowers...

So the process of falling begins

As the petals drop onto the screen.

I begin to see the reality

The real you

the real me

The dirtiness that comes from falling petals

once beautiful,

once lovely

once fragrant and on display to see

next the falling of the vanity

the hope of a new bloom soon

the rising sun and setting moon,

as the day becomes awake

the reality begins to become clear

seeping

sleeping in

dirt.

Colors of pink, yellow brown and gold

the brownish tints that were before un-shown

have now come over the petals

that of which were separated from the others

gracefully dance

gracefully falling

all to leave the branches bare

but the branch remains nimble, strong, the same color brown.

The petals have had their time

their moment to shine, now for the growing to begin

once again the growing will come

the blossom scent still lingering

once again the branches remain

remain for the birds to perch, in.

working for the next time, the next year that their flowers will show

but in the process they continue to grow. Growing towards the sky

the blue hue, the yellow light the orange light,

or that which is not, since colors are the reflection of the thing they reject, the one shades that they wont accept.

How brave are colors. Bold and true to their stance.

The tree does not pick their colors,

nor the flowering bloom

but once again they remain firm to put their energy their efforts into digging their roots deeper and deeper.

They know the one that provides the water and sun,

for roots to grow deep and leaves to eat from.

The heart of the tree grows deep. As it adds layer to layer

bark which thickens as protection

but once corroded, is taken over by another

by others, those whom look to it for shelter, for food.

The cycle continues.

The heart grows deep.

Those in awe of nature,

Gazing at the art the art we call nature

the art which blooms, shows the characteristics which comfort

us.

One to Look At:

An old tree--longevity

A full bloom--beauty

Falling petals--grace

Roots which run deep--security, strength

Birds of the air--free

But what we forget to see is the real thing behind the tree's

the one who came

who created things more beautiful

who did not just stop at tree's but made you and me

Like a branch:

He took hands

and commanded them to stand

looked at the eyes and stepped in,

saying to go, be free from sin.

Like the flower:  

Poured out the beauty stored inside,

the kindness to let others enjoy

many came to see,

many came to watch and enjoy the view

but few realized the point while the mission in bloom

but he still continued to extend his arms to the sky, reaching out until his time

"For it is not my will but thine"

Roots:

Which shook the parallel at time,

He got alone and found the water of which we seek

the connection to the Father, so perfectly deep that when dry seasons approached

he stood without reproach

there

un-condemned

because his foundation was deeper than his 12 other friends

In the craziest storm,

reached down deep and cried our Abba forgive them,

Like birds that perch:

Many came to learn,

Many came just to listen

Some came to test

And others just to feed

But time and time again,

his arms extended for them to draw near

bearing the weight

he beckoned them to trust and know him

In the storm

Unwavering in word or deed,

not afraid of the noisy sea

or a coward to the unseen.

the day they came for him to attempt and cut him down

he stood firm.

Quiet

silent to those who wanted to kill him.

But what they did not know is the tree will come alive again

In the noise of the storm,

spoke that the winds and waves be still. Peace.

Just like it says, be still and know that I am God.