I’m spoken to
amidst the piled snow, so vulnerable to the red lights reflection.
A pure lamb
slain.
We are once
more drawn into darkness, tricked into thinking its thick fog has come to
devastate the night. But this, my love, is simply a disillusion.
This is the
time when the sun releases itself across the sky, breaking like the bread &
wine of communion, in which no longer do we see his reflection in the corner
alone, blinding our view of the skies blue hues. We see his love all around,
clustering the sky with pieces of his radiance.
This is a time
for the stars to take possession of the sky.
& soon
enough morning will forget the bloody hues, washing the sullen earth white as
snow. Day by day. Dawn by dawn.
Look, I have put my words in your
mouth!
Today I appoint you to stand up
against nations & kingdoms.
Some you must uproot & tear
down, destroy & overthrow,
Others you must build up &
plant.
JEREMIAH 1:9-10
& this day
we are releasing a kingdom. Do you know that? We are the ones reflecting the
Father’s love, revealing King Jesus in a manner by which faith is most
tangible.
You are a
gardener. There is power in where the seeds shake out your hand like rain,
trickling hope to the soil that buries death & encourages life. You are
love exposed, a candlelit dinner in the blackened room. & you, my girl, are
heaven’s gateway to burst blinding light into dark places. You are the window
to our Maker.
& I’m
clinging to the words of destruction in the verse, opening the blinds to see
with unveiled eyes. Lord, what do we tear down?
For our struggle is not against
flesh & blood, but against the rulers,
against the authorities, against
the powers of this dark world & against
the spiritual forces of evil in the
heavenly realms.
EPHESIANS
6:12
People are not
your battle, another disillusion we must embrace like the coming dawn. Just as
you are the window to the Father, all we are is beholders. We are infected, all
of us. Carrying something. The choice is ours on what we’re releasing into the
world, but whether you are intentional or not, you are nevertheless releasing
something.
This is the
reason why the Lord hates lukewarm. Because what is lukewarm other than a
combination of hot & cold, of darkness & light?
Just as light
& darkness cannot co-exist in the same molecule of creation, people either
worship the Creator or the Created. It’s one or the other.
We are image
bearers.
Who’s image
are you bearing, love?
What are you releasing?
I’m taken
aback to that sticky summer night, as darkness overwhelmed the white walls of
the bedroom my sister & I shared.
In the
daylight, I had cleaned our room, piling her clothes on top her bed for her to
fold & put away, & as night fell & she returned home, the piles
shadow remained.
Angrily, she
swung the clothes to cover the floorboards, & I, begun to pray for peace as
my blood began to boil. Peace, Lord. Peace.
& I heard
him say to get out of bed & fold the clothes.
Thankful for
his grace to come overpower my stubborn heart, I knelt down, knobby bones
collapsing onto the cool wooden floor below, hands reaching for soft grey
folding beneath my fingertips. & it was here He spoke over me the healing
words I needed.
She’s only the vessel.
Peace
transcends as my eyes flood with tears. We’re won by something. We’re choosing.
Battling. Sinking at times. Being carried at others. & there are these
places the darkness is overwhelming hearts, crippling the eyes to see, the mind
to know. These are the places of bitterness & offense.
This is the
war we’ve waged. This is the seed we uproot, the walls we destroy. This is our
battle.
Oh, but we’re
building things, too.
& as His
words fill us, we are infecting the darkness with seeds of light, revealing the
cross in victory.
Or, at least,
we have this hope. This fogged potential.
One of my
guilty pleasures happens to be the dictionary. Awkwardly enough, I love the app
on my phone, allowing me to read the word of the day. Sometimes, I even try to
squeeze it into a casual sentence for good measure.
Todays,
friends:
Parvenu \PAHR-vuh-noo\ noun
: one who has recently or suddenly
risen to an unaccustomed position
of wealth or power & has not
yet gained the prestige, dignity, or manner
associated with it.
So many of us
still sitting powerless, not taking the authority that is so readily ours. A
royal priesthood, yet, no one would know. God breathed words filling the mouth,
yet, swallowed down, captive of fear of opposition. That we might offend. So
destruction never takes its rightful place, & coexistence breeds confusion.
Hearts that tiptoe around the offending become the offended.
Are you a
royal priesthood? Are you a beloved child of the king? Have you been anointed,
filled with words to rattle the earth in such a time as this?
You were made
for today, yesterday, last year, & the in between. He’s called you His own,
set you apart, anointed you. He has made you for motion. He has made you for
change. He has given you sweet voice for His words alone.
& so we
see with the setting sun a falling darkness, & I want to tell you to not be
afraid. That this is for you. This is your time, & you were made for this. Darling,
sweet girl, take possession of the night.
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