LORD JESUS COME TAKE UP YOUR THRONE:

January is gone with all of the first of the year stress at work.  The month went very smoothly, yet even at that I welcome February in all its busyness. I've had a wonderful month of realizing more fully that I am the temple of the Living God.  He loves living in me and using me up and loving people He puts in my path.  It's been a month of walking softly and listening much and falling down and getting back up and going on.

I have finished reading through Ezekiel and what a blessing.  Each book I leave I think wow, nothing could be better than that one.  Isaiah was my favorite book, then Jeremiah flowed in my veins and then God exploded Ezekiel to me.  

As I was reading I kept coming across the phrase "that you may know that I am the Lord thy God".  Some variation of this phrase occurs more than 60 times in Ezekiel.   Knowing it was significant I am paying attention.  All of life that is the one thing I must know, the Lord my God in the thousands of ways He wants me to know Him.

In the boring part of the instructions for the temple, "So he measured the length thereof, twenty cubits; and the breadth, twenty cubits, before the temple: and he said unto me. This is the most holy place."   The instructions were so intricate and involved in chapter after chapter and I began thinking this is more intricate than the instruction to Moses.  The light began to dawn again how detail oriented my Father is and how we tend to get frustrated at details and the time it takes to get the job done right, 

He is never frustrated and He stays with the job.  I AM THAT JOB. He knows what needs done and how best to do it, I just need to cooperate and let Him do His work.

I am on into Daniel and beyond,  but a great part of Ezekiel is left in my heart.  Thank you Lord God for your Word and the preciousness of hearing from You in it.  I love you.

LORD JESUS COME TAKE UP YOUR THRONE

Lord Jesus, come take up your throne.

I want no King but You alone.

You are my desire and my choice.

In my longing, I lift up my voice.

Holy Spirit prepare this place

As I live to behold His face.

Make this temple holy and clean,

A fit abode for the Kings of Kings.

Purge out all unbelief and fear.

Make very sharp my inner ear.

Tune my heart that I may hear

The still small voice of Jesus clear.

Break up the hardness caused by sin.

Melt all the coldness that abides within.

I don't want to retain a part

That does not delight Your heart.

Lord let me live for You alone.

To glorify You, my spirit does groan.

Let every facet of my heart

Reflect Your life in every part.

What, know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy 

ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own.  

For ye are bought with a price, therefore glorify God in your body, 

and in your spirit which are God's.

 I Corinthians 6:19-20

Glory Falls page 27

THE WHOLE EARTH

Lately there has been a shift in me, in my outlook or in what God is saying to me:  as I either walk through the living room when I get up or as I am sitting talking with the Lord and look out the window I am struck with the fullness of the sunrise.  Not just out the patio window, but the WHOLE sky is full of His glory.  Its been twice now that the experience of it has been so very powerful.

Maybe I have had tunnel vision and just looked to the East in the morning but I have been arrested to the rest of the sky and it is awesome this morning.  Whatever, it is unusual for me and I am walking softly and listening to what He is putting in my heart.

And blessed be his glorious name forever: 

and let the whole earth be filled with his glory;

 Amen and Amen.

Psalms 72:19

I'M READY O LORD

My last post on my blogspot was in 2011.

It is amazing how the time does fly and we become so busy 

we let the things slip that really have meaning in our lives.

  I started to work and volunteer full time in October 2011 and life has been full
 with activity and growth and fun and enjoyment of my family,
 but there has always been this nagging that I really should
get back to writing a bit and put my poems on my blog.

I recently published my first book GLORY FALLS, full of my poems and songs.

  What a journey that has been, one full of surprises and blessings and growth.

I am reminded daily to not live according to my insecurities about "me".

Marc Royer reminded me of that the first of October this year and 

I think I have heard it daily since.  Funny, I never would have believed it was such

an issue in my life.  Goes to show we don't know ourselves like He does.

My life needs to be all about Him and what He is doing.

I am sharing my word for today in this new season.

MY SHOES ARE ON MY FEET

I've girded up my loins, my heart is set on You.

Whatever You touch LORD, belongs unto You.

My shoes are on my feet my staff is in my hand.

I'm ready, O LORD, to flee this land.

I may not understand, all You are calling me to,

But this one thing I know, I will flee with You.

My friends can taunt and jeer, saying "What a fool".

But this I know in my heart Lord.  I want You to have all the rule.

Teach me what it means to be ready all the time,

To be guided by your eye is life's joy sublime.

I choose not to murmur and complain about You.

I want to be doing whatever You choose to do.

The manna is sweet, I'll gather it day by day.

I'll eat it with thanksgiving for this is Your way.

I've discovered the Rock where living water flows free.

I'm so thankful LORD that with You I can flee.

Don't leave me in this wilderness, Your report I do believe.

We are well able, this new land to seize.

My shoes are on my feet, my staff is in my hand.

I'm ready, O LORD, to flee to Your promised land.

And then shall ye eat it: with your loins girded, your shoes on your feet,

 and your staff in your hand: and ye shall eat it in haste: it is the LORD'S Passover. 

Exodus 12:11

pg 77 GLORY FALLS

The Trumpet Call

And the Lord spake to Moses, saying.  Make thee two trumpets of silver; of a whole piece shall thou make them; that thou mayest use them for the call of the assembly, and for the journeying of the camps.

And when they shall blow with them, all the assembly shall assemble themselves to thee at the door of the tabernacle of the congregation

And the sons of Aaron, the priests, shall blow with the trumpets: and they shall be to you for an ordinance for ever throughout your generations. And if ye go to war in your land against the enemy that oppresseth you, then ye shall blow an alarm with the trumpets; and ye shall be remembered before the Lord your God, and ye shall be saved from your enemies.

Also in the day of your gladness, and in your solemn days, and in the beginnings of your months, ye shall blow with the trumpets over your burnt offerings, and over the sacrifices of your peace offerings; that they may be to you for a memorial before your God: I am the Lord your God. Numbers 10: 1-3, 8-10

The Trumpet Call

The trumpet call is sounding loud and clear.

Do you have ears, beloved can you hear?

Are ready, your shoes on your feet?

Will you move on, or here meet defeat?

The trumpet call is sounding loud and clear.

Break up the camp that you hold so dear.

Gird up your loins, take up your shield and sword.

The trumpet call is my voice says the Lord.

The trumpet call is sounding loud and clear.

To the battle you must go and never fear.

Make up the ranks and march with certainty.

The trumpet call is calling, Follow me.

The trumpet call is sounding loud and clear.

“Here am I” resounds from far and near.

To our death we will follow Thee,

That You may live and Your own glory see.

I am Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

I am fearfully and wonderfully made,

How marvelous are all thy works.

I will praise you all of my days.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

You have searched me and known me, O Lord.

You understand my every thought.

You encompass my path and my lying down.

You know all of my ways.

There's not a word in my tongue, O Lord.

That You do not already know.

You are behind me, before me alway.

Your mighty hand is upon me.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made,

How marvelous are all thy works.

I will praise you all of my days.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Where can  I flee from Your presence?

Where can I go from Thy Spirit?

If I ascend or descend, You are there.

Your right hand leads and holds me fast.

If I say...Surely the darkness shall cover me.

Even the night shall be light about me.

The night and the day are alike unto Thee.

I cannot hide from Thee.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made,

How marvelous are all thy works.

I will praise you all of my days.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

How precious are thy thoughts unto me.

They are in number more than the sand of the sea.

You knew me before I was even born.

And when I awake, I am still with Thee.

Search me, O God, and know my heart.

Try me and know my thoughts.

See if there be any wicked way in me.

And lead me in your way, everlasting.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made,

How marvelous are all thy works.

I will praise you all of my days.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Psalm 139:14,17,

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

 marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! 

 how great is the sum of them!

You Must Ask

You must ask, and ask, and ask again,.

Don't stop now, you've just begun to begin.

You must seek, and seek, and seek always.

All through the night and all through the day.

You must knock, and knock, and knock some more.

It's as you're knocking that I open the door.

It is not that I am not willing to give and to give.

It is My way you must seek, it is My life you must live.

It is My way you must come and lay down your own.

It is My will that must be done and My kingdom come.

It's the way I've ordained for I know your heart.

If I would just give-you'd be satisfied with a part.

My way is to press in with a single mind.

To take it by asking and My treasure find.

The way will get narrower, the hills harder to climb.

The need will be greater, the joy more sublime.

I will not leave you, I'll just seem harder to find.

The goal is not heaven, It's My life divine.

So keep asking, and asking, and asking again.

Don't stop now, child, you're just beginning to win.

Just keep seeking, and seeking, and seeking to find.

In the seeking you'll find, I'm renewing your mind.

Keep on knocking, and knocking, and knocking some more.

I am here, I am waiting to  open the door.

Keep on asking, and seeking, and knocking for aye.

For this is my perfect will, and this is my way.

Lord, forgive me, I've fainted and I did not know

The all importance of asking, to your throne continually go.

I repent of my pride and idolatry.

Of thinking that life begins and ends with me.

For it is Your life, and Your way and Your glory here.

It is Your plan and Your day and Your Word I must hear.

It's with thanksgiving and praise I press in.

To keep asking, and seeking, and knocking again.

It with thanksgiving and praise I press in,

To keep receiving, and finding, and entering in.

Luke 11:9-13

Mary

In the stillness of the morning

To the tomb the women made haste.

There lay the body of their Beloved.

They had no time to waste.

At the rising of the sun,

They saw the stone was rolled away.

A great sadness filled their hearts.

Someone had taken His body away.

Then they saw the angels there.

To their troubled hearts they spake.

He is risen, He is not here.

To His disciples this word take.

Running quickly with awe and joy,

To the disciples their report did make.

It seemed to them like idle tales

These words these women spake.

Peter and John went to check it out,

And found it like they said.

The graveclothes were there neatly laid

But Jesus had risen from the dead.

They could see the truth right before their eyes,

Yet were puzzled to know what it meant.

It is clearly true Jesus is not here.

They went to their homes in wonderment.

But Mary lingered long at the tomb.

Her heart was crushed and breaking.

Through her tears she saw a stranger,

He asked, "Why are you weeping?"

She told Him there her hearts desire.

"Mary".....was His only reply.

Her heart was pierced, she knew Him now.

"Rabonni, my Master" she cried.

Mary had lingered out of love and devotion.

She didn't seek just to understand.

She wanted to be close to her beloved,

And then Jesus spoke her name.

 When we linger today in love and devotion,

And desire just to be close to Him.

Jesus will meet us in much the very same way

And gently speak our name.

John 20:1-16