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Even though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death, I fear no evil,

for Thou art with me…

Because Your steadfast Love…

   …is better than life, my lips will praise You.

 

Tempest Mine

There comes a time when all is to be questioned.  A time when our plans and self composed strategies are cast off like hot coals to soft flesh.  There comes a time when we must abandon ourselves to Him by becoming truly inter-dependent.

The time is here.  It has arrived.  We are no longer lingering in wait but at the moment of departure.  Climb aboard now or be left behind.

My current struggles with abandonment to Christ are just that.  My own.  They really are not of any import or interest other than to me and my solitary walk.   I look around, as you do, and I see the very same  pattern of confusion and unconscious rebellion in my Christian brothers and sisters.  In unison we seem to stumbling about in a haphazard trance.   All the while asking of ourselves and Our God, “what am I to do?”.

What am I to do?

Stuck again in the ‘ I ‘.   The little ‘ i ‘ and all that she affords me.  Which is very, very  little by the way.

For this present whirlwind of mind and heart is pervasive and having it’s way with the Remnant.  It is called the Confusion a midst the Storm and it is another ruse of the devil.  If the Flock remains befuddled and scattered, we are hardly in right form to take on the Great Battle.  Let alone be harbingers of the New Era.

Remarkably, like all human maladies there is a spiritual solution.  This particular fever responds to the clarity of the Holy Spirit and at times a swift kick to the posterior.  For me it often comes through another struggling  comrade who unwittingly slaps me into right thinking.   With one or several words, I suddenly am restored to my saddle.  Galloping once again, with full vigor, towards my Lord and my God.

For this reason, and many others, we must stay glued to one another.  The oppressor has unleashed so much upon us that it is very difficult to make one’s way through the menacing fog.  We must grab the coat tails of the man in front of us while offering the same to the soldier behind.  Entwined together in this perilous storm, we have a chance of finding our way to He Who Awaits Us.

After all, He gave us one another for this hurricane of all hurricanes. 

We cannot succumb to going it alone.  It is a death wish to forge off in solitude as we once did.  I urge you to purge yourself of your old ideals of rugged independence and cling to the safety of the holy fraternity.  This is not a mild suggestion but an exhortation.

Do what is necessary now.  Identify your true Christian confidants and have daily contact as if your life depended on it.  Be eager to ask the tough questions and bow your head in silence when a fellow Christian offers sage advice.   Pray fervently with one another and allow sacred community to be whatever the Lords affords you this one day.

The time of sorrows is upon us and we must be One Under God.  Stand with me  little sparrow soul and know that my own smallness is made that much greater by your magnificent presence.

 

As the Comrade behind you, I remain in awe of your steadfastness,

Cindy

With insatiable thirst…

                               I desire you.

Elizabeth Kindelmann from Flame of Love

Anything for Christ

I am not afraid.

                           I was born to do this.

                                                                Saint Joan of Arc ~

The New Disciple is…

…to recognize the current hour.

…to hold fast to what is Truth.

…to be His Instrument in the Renewal of the Earth.

Colors of My Blood

Look in the mirror. Who do you see?

Wrinkled or smooth.      Coffee or Milky.       Angular or Round.

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© 2010 Michael, Flickr | CC-BY | via Wylio

It matters not for we come from the One Source.  There is no real distinction among us besides that deemed fit by the Creator.  Those singular differences have spiritual merit and exist for His Glory alone.

Story time…

There is a remarkable food market in Columbia, Maryland.  It is nondescript save for one exception.  The grocery clerk at Aisle 7.  You don’t have to look for the number above her register.  You’ll know it by the line of people jockeying to get there.  All of them are in search of the same gift.  A moment with her.

Upon first glance you might be surprised.  She has a penchant for jewelry and wears numerous large crosses around her neck.  With luminous eyes and a full mouth, it’s difficult to guess her age.  Long black braids are pulled into an unwieldy pony tail, like liquid tar, tumbling down her back.  A steady alto voice accompanies a laser gaze.  Her smile is decidedly intoxicating.

I have experienced this great joy.  The first time I bumbled up to her with my milk, crackers, and almonds, she seized me in toto.  This delightful soul glows on you in such a manner that you wish she lived next door.  The typical hurried exodus you make out to your car will morph into an embarrassing lingering.  For in those few minutes of human transaction with this woman, you will be forever changed.

So what is so special about the clerk at Aisle 7 ?

She is the real deal.

She knows about the holy blood and lives by this knowing.  Somehow this creature  has not allowed the world to wrangle this precious truth from her grasp.  In her reality, there is no difference among humans.  She sees us all through the same lens; the spectrum of blood family.  Gifted with true vision, every shopper is her cherished kin.  And you feel it in all ways unspoken.

The New Era mandates we live by and for the Holy Blood.  This shared essence, commanded by God, binds us to one another.  And to Him.  Upon the Lord’s return there is no room for division in the One Body.  All lines of difference, not of Him, must be erased.

Know this:  The Holy Blood incites the enemies’ hatred.  

The snake seeks to keep God’s children divided and weak.  He revels at our warring and hatred for one another.  He fathered fear and indifference in our hearts.   The adversaries’  antics are mounting into a deafening crescendo in an attempt to impede and nullify the Remnant.

Yet he is a gnat.

In this hour, like never before, it is crucial to pledge our allegiance to the King and reclaim one another as family.  Our destiny is etched; we must go to all lengths to protect God’s Own.  This means casting off worldly teachings about who and when to love.  We must change now.  Loving without reason.   When it hurts and when it does not.  Going beyond capacity and stretching far past the imaginable.

Today, not tomorrow, we must share all that we have been given.  Our food, our time, our money, our compassion.  Ourselves from the inside-out.

We are being watched oh so carefully by The Creator in these moments.  

Dear Remnant Soldier~   Gift Jesus today.  Bring Him your offering of  Holy Love.  Lift up your prayer of unbridled compassion.  Show Him the true substance of your heart.

 

Standing with you mi carnal,

Cindy

In these times…

…God’s people must trust Him for rest of body and soul.                                     – David Wilkerson

Juan de la Cruz wrote…

They can be like the sun, words.

                                           They can do for the heart what light can do for a field. 

 

The Three Crows of Idleness

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A faith that does not result in activity of any kind is a dead faith; it is empty, worthless, insincere.

~ Derek Prince

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