Falling into the Father"s heart

The weight of my heart pushes my body down to the earth. Face down, drowning in the puddle of tears, spilling out from the grief, pressed down for years.

Its too much for one soul to bear. Too much to carry alone. It twists and turns like a raging river abd when it hits the rocks, anger rages, and white foam displays the commotion of life water hitting those shallow hard places that cannot be moved. The areas I have no control over.

The power of the emotion overtakes me and there I am laying in the dirt... The very elements that made my flesh. The essence of sin that devastates the soul. The battle rages inside my body, and I fight to keep from drowning.

The war pushes in around me, outside my body and tries to infect the soul, to disfigured my spirit. But I am a fighter, a warrior. I am a woman of great worth and power, because I am His. The King of Kings. The lover of my soul equips me to stand, to fight. To not be overtaken.

He stands me up and I lean back to rest. I am weary... It is not stable or solid. My body starts to sink. I am being enveloped into my Fathers heart. He is engulfing me into the deep places of His love for me and I don't resist. I fall, deep, deep into the bottomless abyss of his love. The never ending place that I often loose sight of in this war.

Breathe in and breathe out... Take it in.

(The picture of falling into Gods heart was given to me by Becky Moriarty... This is my vantage point from that word)

The Clock Is Ticking

The clock is ticking.

Can you hear it?

Can you hear the rhythm of the beat of time?

Its resounding pounding in my chest never leaves. It always hovers, it never ceases.

The clock is ticking.

Time is moving forward, leaving behind all the things that encumber us.

Never going backwards, always moving into the future.

Its persistence drags us along, whether we want it to or not.

Tick tock, tick tock

It sounds threatening at times, as if a bomb is about to blow.

Tick tock, tick tock

It sounds soothing, a distant white noise that lulls.

Tick tock, tick tock

It sounds like the thunder of our lives, loud and powerful.

I cannot stop it. I can’t control its motion. Yet it follows me like a lost puppy trying to find a home. I want to run from it, tell it to stop. It continually creeps up on me, yet it is always constant.

It devours children and turns them into adults. It consumes life and leaves you with gray hair and wrinkles. Slowly sipping at the dreams that sit hidden inside.

It is time. It is time to take time by the horns and subdue it. To ride the wild beast and tame it. It is time to turn the ticking into an anthem of life. To write lyrics to the rhythm of the beating drum that constantly follows us.

It is time. It is time to push the hands of time into submission. To engage it with force and purpose. To bend the reality that is given to us. Dancing to the melody of its tempo and moving harmoniously in conjunction with the music within us that makes this life of time beautiful.

It is time. It is time to move into action. To stop the time bomb that is ticking and turn it into notes on a page of purpose and calling. No more will the hands shove and push us to do what it wants. Rather we will be one step ahead, declaring the promises of time and seasons.

Tick tock, tick tock

Can you hear it?

It’s your anthem to move, to dance.

To proclaim freedom from the bonds of time and live in the freedom of knowing you are called to a purpose that is greater than the constraints time puts on us.

Tick tock, tick tock

Do you hear it?

Tick tock, tick

Are you dancing to its beat?

Tick tock

Are you moved by its poetic resound?

Tick

Are you comforted by its lullaby?

Breathe, in

Breathe, out

You are the author of your own story.

Believe it

Live it!