You wait, you morph. The prayer you prayed changes you. Your feet break with the running. You grow wings, you fall upwards, in blue skies.
You burned out? But the fire around, hedges you in from hell. (“I will be a hedge of fire around you,” He says)
It thaws you You curl up, crushed, leave chrysalis, think you are finished-
your heart is for your need, His heart is for you, His baby. His young one, you. You cut milk teeth and tender toes. You now walk bare feet in coals. “Why throw me in these flames?” But you see a “fourth man in the fire”. You become a Daniel, and dare say, “Though you slay me, I will trust you..”
Two words, like a two edged sword, slay satan, “..even if this kills me, I will trust in you my Lord, my God.”
The Fire was Faith. Is. Faith. Is wings. Fire wings.
Faith is Soul-bloodwings:
a mother on her delivery table believes, but her doctor sees. Faith is the pulse beat in the womb of your delivery. Faith conceived, grows in belief’s bones,
can be aborted, miscarried, but it is yours, designed to gift you generative powers. You and I. We. Us humans, bearers of Faith.
By Faith, a seed carries trees in it. By faith a myrtle seed looks past the valley it may be planted in. Even here it grows…
myrtle grows in all types of conditions.
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You and I are more than every tree that ever grew. We can be more than the storms uprooting those trees. There is a power within us, that raised Jesus from the dead, & never let’s go, if you will.
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Are prayers all answered?
We’ve prayed for our son’s healing. While we wait, we watch Christ on the Cross and learn things here, seen nowhere else: that True Love alone meets human demand for acceptance. His Blood pays ransom for my soul, yours, ours, if we take that Gift of Eternal Life.
At the Cross I’m stunned and relieved. Its almost too much to take in, but that is Grace;
here I lose extra baggage of expectation. So if my sons never heals, but sees God, loves him, thats it!
Yona does. From a tender age, before we talked of good and bad, he’d go crawling out the room if he sensed an unkind, unholy presence, whether in music, whatever. Uncanny but Uff.
His Answers may startle us, while we wait.
We learn from our son that though he cannot see the sun, the sun exists; that though we cannot see God, He is here;
we understand there are realms we dont know. We run with our son’s blind faith that we can get him across roads. We see that Faith peers thru a glass darkly now, but one day, face to face.
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This song “Happening” came to our daughter Vihan when she was asking “When Lord?”
The lyrics kill every last shred of doubt I have, in the goodness of God. Vihan drew a picture of Lil bro, her own eyes bright with the promise God was giving her, “Its Happening.”
Do dream- visions come true? Do young trees grow? Do mountains speak, or skies scroll? Watch their Space, they soon will.
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If He’s said something, He will do it.
Will Yona receive physical sight? One thing Ive been assured of: “I will see the goodness of the Lord in the Land of the living. ” Quote: Job, The Holy Bible.
I don’t know where this Post finds you. It finds me wrapt blest up- a Prisoner Of Hope. For what is Hope, if it can be seen already, yes?
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