Spirit Passion

My life has been lived from within a furnace consisting of rooms. Each room cascading deeper than the room before it, taking me deeper into the heart of God. I am discovering a holy God and I am left trembling and weak in the knees. I have also discoverd that my own answers are not what has championed me into this realm, but rather a willingness to be found naked, raw and with knowledge that apart from Him, I am nothing.

I have been walking through fire to be able to receive fire…what a strange transaction this is! The fire received is pure, it is not kindled by a heart of flesh and stone, rather fire from the heart of God, becoming alive with  and to His thoughts, His love, His power and His passion.

I celebrate His kindness that leads to me repentence! I celebrate and dance from within trial knowing that He is accomplishing HIS perfect work , for HIS perfect purposes in my life.

I swing my arms wide, leaving my heart exposed; my face is lifted to search the eyes of the One who made me, who knows me, who is jealous for me, and who will stop at nothing to have me.

And so I dance

and dance

And cry out for more

Just give me Jesus, God

Give to me everything You desire

“Thus says the Lord; “Let not the wise man boast in his wisdom, let not the mighty man boast in his might, let not the rich man boast in his riches, but let him who boasts boast in this, that he understands and knows me, that I AM THE LORD who practises steadfast love, justice and righteousness in the earth. For in these things I delight, declares the Lord “(Jer.9:23-24).

What’s Snow Got to Do With It?

Snow, snow, snow! Glorious powder that covers the details of earth like icing sugar!

It falls from the heavens void of sound or splashes of colour.

It falls and lands with a form of grace that can only be described as delicate and beautiful; only one exception is found when it becomes a servant to the wind.

I recently read an article giving scientific reasoning for the silence that accompanies this white blanket.

Did you know that there are “air pockets within fresh snowflakes that absorb sound waves? Once snow hardens, noise levels return to normal. This is why there is that sense of peace and quiet during gentle snowfalls… (source: Fresh Home magazine).”

Hmmm…

I have walked in many a snowfall, and I have experienced its’ deafening silence and humble entrance. How I love its cave like beckoning and sense of refuge I feel as it envelopes me! How I would love to have such a walk today.

Despite the fact that I live in a literal valley of rain, I have memory of living in a winter climate of snow. This afternoon that memory serves me a tangible illustrative lesson as I read the Word of God, listen to this if you will…

“…the Kingdom of God IS AS IF a man should scatter seed on the ground. He sleeps and rises night and day, and the seed sprouts and grows, he knows not how. The earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear. But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts it in the sickle, because the harvest has come” (Mark 4:26-29).
 “As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything. In the morning sow your seed, and at evening withhold not your hand, for you do NOT KNOW which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good” (Ecc. 11:5-6).

I am beginning to understand and grasp a depth of joy from lessons of raw humility. GOD is not impressed by my acts or words of passionate service or words of teaching. He is so jealous for my life and so relentless to recover my driving will that He has bridled me into a posture of quiet and of being still. From this lowly barn stall, aromatic from my own dead stench of pride, He has taken my tears and used them as seeds unbeknownst to me, just like snow falling.

This December my heart is rejoicing with new discovery of who Jesus is, what it must mean to follow HIM  and not my own fickle heart of passion and spirit of determination, and like snow, Jesus absorbs my noisy restless heart and gives me a sound of peace.

He alone knows where the seeds of my life will fall, it is not for me to pre-determine that or even know that. To release my hands off of my own life as a RESULT OF TRUST in the One who created me means that my existance already knows its purpose.

You have no idea what a victory this is for my stubborn will of iron.

Let it snow, let it snow, let is snow!!