Innerdialects

Don’t you just wish a day secured with daisies not nuke neighbors promising and delivering Armageddon-type Flings at each other and therefore us all;

everyone saying, “Oh the beginning of 3rd World Whirrr,” casually almost, via steel teeth biting off more than can be chewed…

you just want a cortisol/ panic hormone free day please,

So I’m getting in the habit of early morning breakfast with Jesus. Yes, you heard that. Its day 7 now. No asking Him anything, no confessions and sorrow convo pounding His Hem, but just sitting with Jesus, before the family wakes, nestling in the moment, savouring my mouthful of whole wheat bread and chikory steaming cup: Hey from which fields are these? Which farmer harvested my plate; gratitude and awe, gratitude & awe;

outside I see wild daisies peeking back, under pine and jacaranda trees. Dew leaves. The light grows, seeps in at my toes. Armageddon is disarmed. Here there’s nothing bigger than the Cross of Jesus. His Eyes take in my thoughts, my bad, good, ugly. He knows it all, He nailed it down to the Plan of Redemption. My bad, if I keep taking down what’s already Taken by the Power that raised Jesus from the dead.

You saying, “Uh uh.” I know, I’ve said it too. When we do that, we’re saying oh so carelessly, that the Cross and Its Sacrifice is puny next to wickedness. Us saying that glorifies evil, deifies hell, & invites the dark to take control of us.

So I go be a Bearer, Consumer of That pure Love. I see the Christ sitting with me. Just hanging out. Oh on the Cross He hung, today we re-visit that Place, a reminder that there’ll be a final Armageddon, but the War of all Wars, over our soul, is won if we believe. One day there’ll not be a rock to crawl under, one day the skies will scroll away, one day the AntiChrist spirit will batter the very ones who marketed it.

Till then, we have here, This, Now. Trusting,

leaning my entire personality in Christ (this defines Faith in my Amp Bible) is a Habit that shoves all evil against the very wall it tries build between the Sacred Trinity and my tiny heart beat, still beating,

waiting that day when I will see Him face to face. Till then, I’ll be Your Carrier, Your Lil donkey girl, You my Light, my Jesus, my Holy Cargo, shutting up every last whimper of the Fear that tries to shape our everyday lives.