Perfect You

I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of; for to have been thought about, born in God’s thought, and then made by God, is the dearest, grandest and most precious thing in all thinking.

 

George MacDonald

When Paint Talks

…and heaven came on earth when no one was expecting.  

it just came down upon us like the rain.  and suddenly we all looked up in unison and saw the Glory of God as He shone His face upon us.  

many could not take in His Beauty for their eyes had long been closed.  but there were a few among us that could see Him.  

and those and the entirety of His Creation,

were blessed beyond all words…

Coming into Focus

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Keep you eyes fixed upon the Cross.

This is a time for penetrating prayer and fasting.

Hold tightly to all that is Holy;

letting go of all that is not.

God Whispers

He calls you by name.  You are His beloved child.                              The apple of His eye.                                    

Roy Lessin

Christ-Light

Though it may rain outside,


I radiate the Son from my heart ~

Truth Watch

You see us.  

In all our splendor and all our sin.  

Please Beautiful Jesus,

Have great mercy on us in this time of trials.  

Amen.

Identity Crisis

We weren’t meant to be somebody.  We were meant to know Somebody.  

John Piper

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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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

The Great Assembling

A movement is underground.  Gentle and steady, a persistent rumbling that oft goes undetected even when barefoot.  Forces are moving us forward dear comrades.  We are being maneuvered by the Heavens into a Divine Constellation.

There are  many among us who have dreamed of such a time and then others still with only vague inklings.  Nonetheless, a handful of souls are being led to a new destination of living.  A mode of life that will manifest the Glory of God.  Whether in small communities or solitary dwellings, a Holy Fraternity will soon appear in ways extraordinary.

Are such stirrings in your heart?

When left to my own device, I dream of hair below my waist and growing organic okra.  Maybe it is for this reason that I become annoyingly exuberant when envisioning communal life.

The pull of harmonious coexistence with God, nature, and man has owned me for some time.  So much in fact that I once laid claim to a 20 acre sanctuary in rural America.  It was a torrid love affair and to this day I tear up in memory.  With a dream of one day offering it up as a refuge for world-weary Christians, it sadly was not meant to be.  The yearning endures, however; and is assuaged by the multitude of prophecies and signs pointing to the New Era community.  

This emergence does not sit well with everyone.  Hushed conversations in back hallways reveal a growing fear of Christian persecution.  Ignited with dread, many are scurrying off to stockpile blankets and canned beans to ensure survival while in hiding.

                                                                                      Please take heart.  

                                                                               The Lord will not fail us!

Truly our cultural exile is fully underway but our Comfort draws near.  Joyfully, some of us will be led to cooperative life amid the Faithful.  This is a time for great celebration as sharing bread and blanket with our brethren will become the norm.  These settlements will bring light to Jesus’ teachings on radical sharing and selfless love.

Ownership will be replaced by true kinship.

Let’s not assume who will be in such places of mercy and grace.  He Who Knows All will extend His Hand and place specific souls together at the proper hour.  As His Children, we need only be attentive and obedient to the promptings of the Holy Spirit within our hearts.

Yet one thing is certain, such settlements will thrive despite the surrounding chaos and decay.  Prayer, fasting, and service to God and others will weave together in a unified rhythm.  The most mundane of tasks will be transformed into a daily, collective offering to Christ.

This is what awaits us sweet Remnant.  We are not to scatter, fleeing for higher ground.  Put your ear to the earth and listen intently for those whisperings that are meant for you and you alone.  Follow those promptings prayerfully and know that not one of us is to be lost or forgotten.

May we  find ourselves living as one in Him very soon.

Until that time, I remain your Comrade in Christ.

Cindy

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