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Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.                                                                   G.K. Chesterton

I’ve been pleading for rain for years for lightning, thunder, whirlwinds of power we all conceal a desperate need for healing and we want it NOW. Is this a bad desire? Nope.  Not at all. but lately there’s a lesson that’s been tugging me from my intended course to still and to bring knowledge: God works slow. you see, revival is like the newborn baby’s very first breath the doctors, nurses and parents breathe a sigh of relief Mom & Dad, do they leave the new little life, on to their next thing? Of course not.  A baby is a full-time job.  A baby requires work, pain, money, love, maturity – sacrifice.  And usually life-time commitment.  At least eighteen years or so. Do you know what it means to be involved in conversion?  Discipling and conversion are like fingers and hands. They're useless, separated. Think about it.  What is the Great Commission anyway?  “Go therefore and get everybody to call ...

velvet pansy richness silky oriental fabric violets crushed underfoot purple cabbage sizzling  between  slices of apple starry midnight eyes the sky just beyond the bumpy edge of cloud paint drops on the driveway ink on the page translucent blades of grass cool evergreen shade aged books embossed with gold cucumbers and celery, sliced crisp puddled afternoon sunlight budding daffodils baby curls banana-colored yarn orange peels spraying scented mist the full moon hanging close and heavy waxy crayon dusty lily hearts cherry highlights packed in a bowl lips curved happy row of cool clay pots fallen rose petals and all washed sparkling down with humbled grateful tears

"I was a slave to self", he said "to my body my twisted mind my rotting soul chains of deceit snaked in and out of my every moment I wanted women, drugs, booze to bow and serve me and I was so lonely. I didn't see, didn't know, I was a slave to death and sin hell and Lucifer. And so empty. Then the Word reached in Truth pierced through the chains Blood rained from the clouds and washed my sins away til I stopped kicking and screaming I was blind, but He touched my eyes and now I see No longer a slave," - And his dark eyes glowed with joy - "A prisoner of hope you see." I suppose I am putting words into Lecrae's mouth by writing this as coming from him, but when I wrote it I was thinking about the transformation of the gospel from the lowest of places to righteousness and growth and Lecrae has been a huge mentor for me. I have definitely seen these things in his life so I don't think this is too much of a stretch =)

In the inky darkness a star appeared piercing, proclaiming "born to die" and when the hour came, the sun could not bear to watch darkness reigned hell seemed to prevail while the eyes of the angels were glued to the middle cross "Is this really happening?" but the earth knew something big was hidden shrouded in horror and it trembled in fear and anticipation and let go some of it's dead oh, fitting precursor And while Satan partied the priests scratched their heads what to do about this veil so strangely, so violently torn can't ignore it three days time we wait in four Lazarus had begun to smell this is no legend-exaggerated coma truly dead, and Mary is overwhelmed broken-hearted despair "Mary." His gentle call wild hope greatest joy she's ever tasted this is so much bigger than we dreamed "I have power to lay it down and to take it up again" death works backward This is God! The King of Kings! Oh death, where is your victory? Grave...

He bowed down the heavens rode on the wings of the wind His anger scorched the mountains and the plates of the earth trembled in fear Because He was angry. This is my Father's love. He heard my frightened call in the secret darkness He whispered comforted held healed He spoke they thought it was thunder He sent lightning-arrows after my oppressors they tucked their tails between their legs and RAN He reached His hand down into the waters He drew me up into the oxygen of His delight He is the flame in my little lamp the Sunrise, my morning He arms me with strength for the battle I can run against a troop leap the city wall bend a bronze bow the path may look impossible but in fact it is perfect my shield is unfailing. For who is God, except the Lord? And who is a rock, except our God?

If a plant is destroyed but the roots remain there is yet hope of life hope of renewal long is our winter 'i alone am left and they seek my life it is over' "I have preserved the Root and 7,000 unbowed faithfully looking" Israel is dry ground troubled at the prophecies who has believed our report? a Root out of dry ground God is faithful He is the source all along "What do you think about the Christ?" No answer. God and man 100% plus 100% equals incarnation born to die. Stumbling block fulfillment purpose and glory culmination the Consolation of Israel. This is your Savior!! The Bright and Morning Star. Look, you watchmen! It is still dark sing on all the same you see the promise day shines in your heart sure hope, unshakable trust The Morning Star has come day is coming. it is coming!

Victory is in the air it fills my lungs like the clear evening after a snowfall angel smiles resound their echo in my heart as I stand on the Rock with the shattered chains in my hand the song of the sunrise ringing in my ears The battle is long and weary but the war has already been won