Tag: Storm

Stonehenge to Eden

You want more evidence of Superior Intelligence? I just had it and am reeling, at how quick my Stonehenge (mental state!) turns to a personal Eden; all with a Deadly Prayer :

a prayer that answers the Prayerer.

So this happened, few weeks ago:

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The woman glared from across the table; in a minute our meeting would wrap. Her eyes had hate but the Whisper went louder in my ear: bless her, pray for those who curse you. It took a Superhuman shove from Heaven Himself, for me to consent to that Voice! My core began to soften: soften past frontiers I’d stacked, past rigid rule of self preservation. Uh.

The Sacred Whisperer demanded Kindness, then He lip synced Joy in. I watched Him trade Swords of Peace for my hurt: (it was me that needed help as well).

*Even a twilight knows where its headed: dawn.

You want evidence of SuperExistence: I just had it and am reeling, at how quick my Stonehenge turned to a personal Eden: in a Prayer that Answers the Prayerer.

Will I return to stone? Easy.

Or just park here and choose a Life Sentence that blesses curses.

All this can only be my choice. Your/ our choice. No middle path*.

If you ever want evidence of God, this was it for me: Christ’s Gentleness in my rage :it took my stones and gave me a Tree – planted by streams of Living waters: an art that’ll take at least 70+ years to try to perfect – is what my dad once said.

How.

I’m no expert on human affairs, but this below Piece, came off my convo with a suicidal kid yesterday. It is as old-school as Light.

“..I press on to lay hold of that for which Christ laid hold of me.” Phil3:12.

My Reflection on above verse.

It was the worst storm ever, the wind wailed thru trees ripping off roofs! By the 3rd day we needed food, then dad went out. We watched him bend45° into that wind with upturned umbrella, just to get us a meal.

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You & I have designer storms meant to uproot us. We have two choices:

  1. Give up⤵️
  2. Hold on⤴️
    This is a plea to hold onto that for which Christ held onto to you. Plead the blood of Jesus shed on the Cross, which wipes away every hindrance. Beloved, hold onto Him, while there is still time.

Am praying that nothing stops the precious call on our life. May the world around be blest by what you run for, in Jesus name,
So be it.

Art in this Post generated BingAiCreator@innerdialects

Have a Blessed day

Storm Song

You cannot withstand the storm,” It whispers. The Warrior whispers back, “I am the Storm.” Jake Remington.

N.S’Bi. Unsplash Images. Uploaded one day ago, from a city ravaged by the storms of human calculations & evil. Yet in the nuclei of this Thing, whether we see it or not, there is a new kind of mettle being born:


a new strength in weakness. Desperation will despair of itself, & birth New life among the dying: a new resilience born in times as these. There will be a Remnant:

little children will grow with Wings in their feet, and new Voice in lips that were sealed. The dead will speak. They will rise as the stars. The deaf will hear, and the blind will see what they could never have, if not for the Storm.

They will walk water and write in the wind with fingers of fire. They will sing, and it will be such a song as has never been heard, among a resurrection of Freedom like we have not seen: Heaven comes down for those who wait for it. They will rise on wings like an eagle, they will run and not be weary, walk and not faint. Teach me, teach me Lord.

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