Dancing in the Rain......

Dancing in the Rain

The word says praise God through your trials, rejoice brethren when trials
come your way James says...

Dance in the rain of your storms
Dance until the beats of your trial no longer trample your praise but raise
it even higher
Dance in the rain of your tears until your morning of joy arrives
Dance in the rain of His grace as He carries you through your pain
Dance in the rain of His love lavished upon you at every waking
Dance in the rain even when you feel like your drowning
Dance dance dance
Dance in the rain of His mercy when you walk away time and again
Dance until your enemy is defeated and victory is yours to seize
Dance in your father's arms~always there to embrace you after you fall
Dance the eternal dance~come rain come sunshine come whatever
Dance always, praise without ceasing pursue Him relentlessly
Dance your battle against your enemy~let prayer be the beat in your dance
May the rain strengthen you to believe and trust in the God you serve
May the pain you have been through be the anchor of your faith
May Jesus carry you in the storms of life, Dance in the rain...

Reality Check ....

Today I was reminded that the Lord only requires that we dedicate ourselves to Him, giving Him reign in our hearts and lives. I have also learned that once you make that decision, everything within you will fight against it. Ever sin we were born, we were birthed into sinful bodies and world. What makes us think that drifting away from that will be an easy road? Let's do a reality check. IT IS THE HARDEST. I say that with emphasis because it has been watered down in Church. Spiritual battles are so real you can touch them if you choose to open your eyes to the Truth. Am not saying anything new. God says to be sober minded and watchful..extremely careful. I have learned how slick the devil is..using vulnerability and trials against me. I urge everyone to be sober ...not so drunk with emotions that you stagger into traps being a ready prey for the devil to pounce on to destroy. I thank God now more than ever for fighting for me. Like the Word says the Spirit is often willing but the flesh is weak. Join me in praising Jesus for Hid redemptive power, grace and everlasting love. I thank You Papa for standing by me, always so gentle when I turn away from you. So very merciful you are. I am so far from perfect yet He says am not condemned..I want you to know that God doesn't care what you have done, what you did..He just wants you back..to love and care for you because if you trust in the chariots of this world whether it be wealth, people, status, family...they cannot be God. He is mightier and greater than everything He has created..before they were He was. After they are gone, He will still be. 

His heart is broken because all He asked was for me to seek Hid kingdom and all "these" things will be added to me. He asks that I see sufficiency in His eyes and faithfulness in what He has planned for me. He asks that I behold the satisfaction that He is... I cannot sing that song "you are more than enough for me" then turn and depend on myself to make things happen. That is not trusting, its taking control over what God has already done...remember He knows what was, what is and what will come. Its just heavy on my heart to say this to everyone...God is it! He has overcome, He has won the battle, He is ALWAYS victorious. Amen

Rainfall of tears

My tears flow as I think of turning yet another page,
Another chapter has to be written and I await for a new dawn
Its dark and I cannot see ahead of me, the light is hiding behind the shadows of my sadness
The moon refuses to light the path and the sun shines no longer, all I feel is the rainfall of my tears, the grief is too deep...
The Word says, from where does my help come? My help comes from the Maker of heaven and earth...I beckon thee, COME
In my tears and in my sorrow, you remain still..In my joys and hopes for the morrow, you remain still 
May the rain of this storm birth new life in my Spirit..may it bring forth a garden of praise and sacrifice..

The Return

I return to my God...Today

As a prodigal, I ran, I took my inheritance~all that I had built with my Father~ I asked to have it all

He saw that I had chosen, my Papa gave me all that I had saved, all that we had put together with time...

I walked, I ran, I was free I thought...

Joyful and strong I meandered into the world..I gave a little here and there and here again...and there...I soon found myself empty, alone and it hurt..

What would my Father say right now? After all that He sacrificed? My heart was crushed, my spirit fainted within me...I must go back, I must say I am sorry... I want the life I once lived..joyful just to be in my Father's presence..

It was a lonely and long way back home...feet swollen, heart sunk, body beaten and bruised, tears wetting my face and my tattered clothes...I arrived at my father's house.

I was far from Him but it's like He had never forgotten me..it had been so long. I did not look the same even the slightest bit.

What do I say? What do I do? Dad is staring and running towards me...my feet froze but my heart melted at the love that was coming my way...

I felt the love from such a far distance..I couldn't be worthy of such love..It's too great too much~

Before I got far in my thoughts my Papa embraced me like never before..He didn't want explanations..He just wanted me, he just wanted me...

I wasn't worthy, I was not deserving..besides, I had hurt him so very much~ but its like as soon as I came back, my faults were as the mist, forgotten..forgotten...I am forgiven, I am loved. My Papa said.. Welcome home..Now let's celebrate!