My voice is honored to stand in a company of legislators. His voice singles out GAME-LOVE, SET, MATCH.
Many of us have been asked to contend in this documented season. Well done.
Less than a week ago I sent a simple phone text to encourage within the community I gather. I had recently completed a particular court case where the overlying accusation was towards the LAW of sin & death still being exalted and given authority. The outcome and declaration I passed on within my Ekklesia community.
The LAW of the Spirit of LIFE
has taken precedence over your life today!
#1 Testimony: a dear European friend of mine had a dream that evening following receiving her the encouraging text.
She shared a few days later, the context of this dream.
A tall man in the dream was attempting to kill her. Over and over again he was threatening her life. At every onslaught of his attack, she saw herself raise her hand with pointer finger aimed. Assured voice: No! You have no right.
Next scene: Her assailant (missing legs below the knee) was sitting in what appeared to be a dental type chair. He was pressing for help to stand up. She noticed his prosthetic legs were located on the seat of the corner chair. End of dream.
She shared two thoughts: in the past, such a negative dream would have sent her for a loop; in the dream and in life I felt empowered.
She proceeded to ask the Lord to explain the meaning of the dream in this viral season, He said: You fought death and you won!
And the saints continue!
From a particular seat of service, a friend and I also legislated at the Lord's request. The same enemy blowing a fearful horn, his words needed judging to release the rain of justice which washes the airwaves releasing good reports to be spoken and heard. Sometimes our hope needs a tickle if she has been distracted from His gaze.
We employed the blood of Jesus, received a verdict and recorded the docs. On my way to the court of angels, I was transported in the spirit similar to a "Google Earth" view. Jesus handed me a cloth/blanket so large we covered the globe, tied its four corners in a knapsack-type knot. Here we are, cosmos-walking-in the-spirit, the knot in hand, I flipped her axis over as young Tom Sawyer going fishing carrying a bandana-sack on a willow stick. We, are transporting the earth and striding in the darkness past the stars. Well, I can't see where I am going and do not have a clue what this blanket is all about. Just keep carrying and walking until Jesus responds to your crazy thoughts. Look out for His response!
In a blink, my senses narrow from vast darkness to an intimate chamber filled with light. Who can write words, as tears rush your eyes? My sentence gets out of order as I coil words to describe the place I am standing in. His victorious response has stolen every inhaled breath of the enemy's horn. I too am breathless,
encountering His garden tomb.
I never understood why scripture recorded someone had folded the linen of His shroud. He had perceived another day, planning on coming back with you and me.
Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. For behold, darkness covers the earth, and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord will rise upon you, and His glory will appear over you. Is 60:1&2
#2 Testimony: Just this morning in the ramblings of anointed friends, I shared a nutshell of the court case words above. Virus concerns quickly bowed knee as the records in the courts of heaven were shared. I jogged my friend's memory, in zeal he interrupted me. I have to tell you this. Last night while laying in bed I saw a blanket, a cloth, suspended in my room. It's not pitch dark because the porch light was shining through the blinds. He clarified, my eyes were wide open, repeating an open vision. This veil moved across the room covering us like a blanket of Psalms 91. Now, I am very awake next to my sleeping bride, with surety of heart over my family.
Simply "experienced" testimony-real testimony, born of the Spirit and confirmed by Holy Spirit-changes lives. It changes how you think and what you do.
It changes what you say. It affects every priority you set and every choice you make.
Evidence in community.
I relish the eyes of my "coffee" cup with the same memory as witnessing the layers of paint worn on the steps of a Victorian staircase. Young, old, new life, death, laughter and tears, layered memories, each lift, lifting a trace of color, treading on soul, into their daily course.
it's all about the cup...
The retrospection that fills my view, ignites my words, moves my furniture as I nestle in to talk with Him. Scripture clearly says He prepares a table before me, in the presence of mine enemies, Psalms 23:5. that beauty, profound to confound. So, my enemies know what weapon is defeating them.
it's all about the cup...
My weapon is communion. The bread and the wine of intimate relationship. Experiencing the detail and thought of the table my Lord prepares.
It certainly is ALL about the cup...
In color, they cheer the season of my calendar.
In hue, they display my taste to remember the journey.
In-handle, their fit, is gloved weighted perfection.
In-size, they measure more than enough, or just a sip, to temper the tongue.
Not just coffee but the deliciousness of warmth, cupped in my hand, drawing all my attention to the moment, living in the breath. Living out the daydream, the dream-of-the-day.
it's all about the cup...
For an extended moment, I'm raptured beyond the morning chill, captured up yonder to a world more real, set higher than the yoke of yesterday.
it's all about the cup...
you offer me rich choices, such hospitality shared, opening your cupboard celebrating my eccentric bill-of-fare. Because you know this about me, brings me back round'
it's all in the cup of relationship,
here, heaven, treasured porcelain, the cup has a sound.
We ring in the New Year,
We block out winter's cold,
We wait for the secrets that spring surely holds,
We tether the morning before the garden is hot,
it's all about the cup...
a bliss-filled thought, sought, caught, taught, naught! Yum!
just a lifesaver smile, enjoy your day!
more treats to find, TUB-The UnFinished Book, Page 93, Pink!
Musings by Kristen Wambach
I was rounding the exhausting bend of editing with many questions about publishing, self-publish, I talked with a publisher, totally overwhelmed with the magnitude of Media. Yes, Jesus had made a few suggestions. I started to journal and draw, listen and hear the voice of God. Then the day came where I needed His yes yes and amen. I had made this cute little graphic of a Rabbit because as you know I tend to go deep into his trail when telling a kingdom story...I'm His biggest "make it real" fan! So I was in-His-face, overthinking and trying too hard to listen when Holy Spirit smacked me alongside my spiritual head, which He often does to get my attention. Kristen, He said. Remove one of the t's from Rabbittrail Publishing. So, I did! That is all it took, to know the name of His Hand upon the written-works He appropriated for me before the foundations of the world. And I have been following the Rabbi-trail in the Kingdom so close the dust of the hem of His garment covers me.
Isn't that a hoot!
Dictionary.com Rabbi =a Jewish scholar qualified to rule on questions of Jewish law.
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