Going to the grocery store, driving downtown Corvallis has a different feel. I needed a pink specialty thread to hem my dress for my son's wedding. I stood in the check out line on blue tape marked 6 ft apart. Outdoors from the store with my parcel in hand, craft store customers just arriving parked in the next space avoided me, walking around the backside of our cars. Not disrespectful, I applaud wisdom and being safe, just weird. I am sure your hometown has a similar essence of disconnect during these set apart days of the coronavirus.
I have deleted more NOISE emails and NOISE Facebook posts than I can count. Draw me to the promise, share with me being seated next to Him, from heavenly places. Otherwise, it is counted as all NOISE.
My eyes will see the coming of the Lord, that is a choice. His hand is always coming. Get in front of it, push from behind it, declare from within His hand of LOVE.
LOVE is always the answer.
LOVE always removes, reduces, kicks and casts our fear.
Today, April 1st, 2020 marks a new day, mercies are new, grace is supplied. The drawing in this post is my response to the partnership of releasing LOVE for 15 minutes @ noon.
LOVE is a wave upon the sand. Dance and play in it today.
I bless you.
I release the frequency of love.
I release love from my inmost being as a wave.
I release love into the room.
I release love into my home, love towards every member of my family and household.
I release love into my street and community.
I release love into my town (city).
I release a wave of love over my nation.
Love to everyone confined in their home, love to everyone needing to be out, love to everyone on the front line of care and support.
I release love to the whole Earth, to all humanity.
I saturate the atmosphere with love, joy and peace.
Written by Jeremy Westcot in response to Freedom ARC Blog. 4/1/20
Last night at Church we got into the discussion of God being silent. A continued review of the importance of hearing from God.
My response, God you're never silent to Your children. Even in the face of promises that seem long overdue, shaken and teetering towards hope deferred. Lord, I answered, "You're yes, has to be encouraged and reinforced."
Heavens absolute, is what, why, how & with continued encouragement through relationship, that is what I really need to hear.
Your answer doesn't change.
We discussed the possibilities of "Gods Silence" being a lie?
Then this morning while writing, ascended before Him, I did a search on God being silent. Pulled up all the verses, read them and found, they were bent towards man's opinion of punishment, or as David said a couple of times in his psalms, "God do not be silent." Overall hue, they were focused on man's frailties.
Outside of my first impromptu response, I thought I would check in with You Father, double check my heart, mindsets and seek out the truth.
How can You be silent if You live inside me, I live inside of You?
Hearts beat, the body makes noise in its ebb and flow of functionality.
Holding hands may be without words, but touch speaks loudly.
Actions communicate a thousand words.
If all heaven declares the glories of God, then my ear turns to hear the decree.
Heaven is anything but "Silent".
Hearing, I respond, "good question"? God asked me if I am silent towards Him at times, I said "yes."
Also, He asked, Why are you silent with Me?
"Because I do not understand...
something is difficult...
frustration leads my intentions..."
Embedded in my memory's, the "Silent treatment" which I hated when my parent responded in this way to me, is punitive, separating and disconnecting.
Other times I choose to be silent.
Within your company, in contemplation, or just being, no words are necessary. This silence is filled with confidence, the close-together-moment we are experiencing does not require any words to embellish its beauty. I can hear You loudly!
Perceptions: His Hebrew Living letters speak in many languages:
Communicate a picture holding a thousand words.
Sing a color that one must immerse themselves within it, to unravel the melody.
Move an emotion within the hidden soundwaves of love.
Or feel the refreshing dew under one's feet, while walking with God in the cool of the morning.
If I look to see His footsteps imprinted on the grass? Also, look and behold creation bowing in honor.
You will never miss the evidence of His spirit made manifest.
Silence or Silent: Is He really making "no sound"?
Is He really quiet, being still, refraining from speaking?
Faith comes by hearing and hearing the word of God, right? Romans 10:17
Mirror Bible: It is clear then, that faith’s source is found in the content of the message heard; the message is Christ.
(We are God’s audience; Jesus is God’s language! Faith comes out of the word that reveals Christ. The word “Christ” appears in the best manuscripts. Herein lies the secret of the power of the gospel; there is no good news in it until the righteousness of God is revealed! [See Rom 1:17] The good news is the fact that the cross of Christ was a success. God rescued the life of our design; he redeemed our innocence. Mankind would never again be judged righteous or unrighteous by their own ability to obey moral laws! It is not about what someone must or must not do but about what Jesus has done! God now persuades everyone to believe what he knows to be true about them. [It is from faith to faith.] The prophets wrote in advance about the fact that God believes that righteousness unveils the life that he always had in mind for us. “Righteousness by his (God’s) faith defines life.” [Habakkuk 2:4].) Has God not given humanity a fair chance to hear? Psalm 19 says, “His words touch the entire world like the rays of the sun; nothing is hidden from its heat; yes, truly their resonance resounded in all the earth, and their voice unto the ends of the earth.” [Romans 10:17-18] by Mirror Bible -
A better request might be at hand;
That faith is key to "the coming of hearing" and the need is really
continual reassurance what we hear-see-feel-perceive Him declaring.
And then we can understand Davids Psalms: "Lord, Do not be SILENT"!
always a blessing to hear your encouragement and testimony's
Good afternoon, morning or evening. I bless your time resting in His goodness, pondering His thoughts about you and arc-inspiration that His illumination touches in similar likeness. Amen.
This capture and quote via my musings within the Mirror Bible, has sparked a bit of conversation. Let's talk!
Romans 2, one of those walk out passages, in a season of transition.
A bit on (Kristen's) context,
I'm living the writing of it.
If you look at the (signature) picture that frames webpage, Page 93, or read its spontaneous birth, hidden on page 98 The UnFinished Book (sitting on the face of time), Jesus and I capture the ECHO... of God's goodness.
It happened during the final proofreading, months later and this is a picture of His ECHO on the earth. The final-proof after months of tweaking, many hands editing, squishing it and "booking" the text. I ran into the face of time lounging in our hammock on a warm summers day. The printed format sad to say, couldn't be kept with the apparent mystery, we needed to account for blank pages left and right to format the book for print. But it happened, I was entirely wrecked in His presence, kept that original 93 page, which was later framed and given to a close friend.
The Lord has repeated these words to me. What is on the inside of the house (the Kingdom of heaven within us) is evidence that there is an outside of the house surrounding. As we encounter Him and run our pursuit, witnessing our scroll written before before, beyond beyond, Jesus in me, Jesus in you, most assuredly manifest on the earth. It looks like something you can taste, touch and feel.
His ECHO...truly estimates His kindness.
My shift or underestimation? His resolute nature!
I am so grateful, Oh, God thoughts, times a thousand, grow my ears to listen and hear more of what is truly within.
Your comments encourage my journey. Blessings
Yesterday I had the fantastic opportunity to reconnect with a dear friend. A kindred-spirit-treasure, however, life path's seem to keep you passing. She's coming, and you're going or vice versa. The day was blissful and easy to be entreated. For hours we inhabited an outdoor table delighting ourselves with acorn squash ravioli, fresh garden salads, pitchers of iced tea; Overflowing our hearts and taste buds sharing a decadent taste of tiramisu. We made up for lost time. As the afternoon called us away, I took the opportunity to do a little Portland shopping, refreshing my rural self with the felicity of the city. Flocks of folk were cruising the air-conditioned malls. Malls have changed since my retail days; I was glad to see the Sees candy store still holding her own. Many unfamiliar names of shops and the presence of security guards. Reminds me earlier my friend and I walked into a cosmetic store, and there was a bored stiff, young security guard sitting on a high stool. I asked why did they need that kind of attendant? The sales clerk responded: to protect there $400 a bottle lotion made by some manufacturer I'd never heard of, Two sides of that coin, who buys 400 dollar cream and I found myself apologizing to this young man that his job security reinforced by dishonesty. He thanked me.
Back at the mall: Strolling and watching people I ventured past a center kiosk and was approached by a handsome young Mediterranean sales clerk. He immediately started to point out the wrinkles around my eyes and would I like a "free" sample guaranteed to rectify the problem. I kept dribbling out the, no thank you's, and he followed suit with well-versed sales turn around. I don't think I ever stopped walking past.
Amazingly enough, he caught me again on my return trip; I continued with, no thank you among our now generating conversation. I bent close to him and said, it's rude to point out a mature women's wrinkles anyway, making his co-workers bust a gut laughing. I took charge of the questioning, put him at ease and tuned into Holy Spirit. Listening as he answered my barrage of questions. What is your home country? He responded, Israel, I asked, Jewish or Muslim? A frown creased in his brow as he said confidently, Jewish. I said cool, we have the same Abba! He asked me again, what did you say. Repeating, we have the same Abba; clarifying, I mean Father. Yes, he said, I know it means Father, but you spoke in Hebrew. Yes, Jehovah Elohim, Jehovah Tsidkenu, Jehovah Nissi and a few more.
I should know my Father's names. Shocked with tears welling up in his eyes he shared intimate details that he had not been home for four years, nor had he heard anyone speak Hebrew outside of phone calls with family. We shared more particulars in this refreshed atmosphere, a true salesman voiced just one more time, are you sure you don't want to try a "free sample" I said no thank you.
As I walked away from my acquaintance, astonished at "Abba's" small assignment. Can't say that I considered my small Hebrew repertoire a conversation but the sound/frequency of His name stirred and filled a homesick countryman. He is a good Daddy!
Nothing resembles your previous identity as Jew or Gentile, bond or free, male or female, Billabong or Gucci; now you are all defined in oneness with Christ! He is your significance and makes you stand out!
Galatians 3:28 Mirror Bible