A spiritual awakening is by no means the end of our fleshly existence; it is in fact just the beginning of our spiritual walk seeking Godly answers. When you reach a more spiritual state of awareness through the holy Spirit, you realize it is not you that transforms, but Christ in you that reveals all truths contained in His written Love Letter to us, the holy Bible. This is what transforms us from the inside and awakens our God-given spirit.
A spirit that once again finds itself not only yearning, but also seeking, seeking to walk with God in His garden in the cool of the day; and not to walk in the ways of man ever more.
These earthen vessels transform spiritually into the likeness of Christ, and are reflecting the holy image of His grace implanted in our very souls. You know we are on our way to heaven when we can forgive not seven times; but when we can forgive seventy times seven. Those sins are not committed against us but against God himself; for we are not our own, we were purchased for a great price.
We are His… Not ours… No, not ours… not anymore.
The morning has come, a new day unfolds,
Winter is yet, though spring flowers are bold.
The bright colors burst out everywhere I look,
Melting snow engorges the nearby brook.
Eager birds all sing their morning songs,
Greeting it’s crisp freshness, all the day long.
Little creatures scurry about if they dare,
With soaring eagles all taking flight, above in the air.
The frozen dew yields to droplets that flow,
They race down quickly as their numbers grow.
Everyone shout! Please, everyone cheer!
Yes this morning, spring is here!
Oh thank you Lord, spring is here!
“Judah has gone into captivity, under affliction and hard servitude; She dwells among the nations, she finds no rest; all her persecutors overtake her in dire straits.” - Lamentations 1: 3
Oh how the burdens and bondage we place on ourselves trying to dwell amongst our carnal brethren and living a worldly life, with all its worldly pleasures, and all the worldly sin that crops in because of it. I only have to read the story of Lot in the Book of Genesis chapter 13 to see the sad outcome that transpired because of Lot’s desire to pitch his tent towards Sodom.
Though he found worldly prosperity there, he overlooked, and even accepted their sins in order to achieve earthly gain. Like a snare, he found the bait too enticing to resist, and in the end he would offer his daughters to sin, losing his wife to sin, and he himself be brought into sin. There is pleasure for a short season, but in the end brings death.
Rest is far from me when I seek for my own accursed ways. I find no lasting comfort amongst the house of sinners. The quiet places have all been overturned with sorrow, and there is no place left where the Lord is sought. Sin boldly walks where once godly men stood. Their sins became their constant companion, and encircled those mindful places where God once dwelt. The water that once boiled became ever too comfortable.
The bones of my strength are broken when I dwell in sin. The weakness of my soul confounds my spirit when it lusts for the pleasures of this world. It accepts what is right in its own sight and forsaking what is good and right in the eyes of God. Turn my ways from what is common on earth, and turn my eyes to those things that are common in heaven.
Therefore let us separate ourselves from those things that are not of God, and move towards the desire of our Lord Jesus Christ. Be a peculiar people to the world, but be familiar to one another through our love for each other, and our love towards our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. For there is no hiding place but the Lord Himself. Amen.
“Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily: and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the LORD shall be thy rereward.” Isaiah 58:8
O Lord, I was once sick and in darkness. I could not see myself in my affliction, and I could not perceive the degrees of dangers that were set before me. Evil was all about, yet I could not understand, nor recognize its darkened veils entangling me into its despair.
There was no light in where I found myself. Death was close by and I did not know it. Its wretched breath whispered in my ear and I was afraid. I cried out for now I was aware of my plight. I cried out in my anguish as the blackness of nothing sought out my soul.
“Here am I!” I cried out. Search me O Lord, if there any good thing that be in me, bring forth thy mercy, thy goodness, and thy grace so that I may find my way unto you. Your Righteousness covers my rocky path and you have placed yourself in between me and its jagged course. You cushion my bare feet with tender care. You give comfort in my time of despair.
The warmth of your light brings joy as it bursts forth upon the darkness. It flees before your magnificence! It bows before your Presence! It shields its face as it retreats into itself. Your Glory, O Lord, breaks through and casts down its shadow far below, and under your feet.
You are the Morning Star, you make all things new each day. You take the old and dying and regenerate them unto you. You bring life back to the dead; You call out to those that hear Your voice, You bring peace, comfort, and joy. Your glory goes before you and I shall follow your Light all the days of my life.
In Christ Jesus I delight, Amen.
“The blessings of thy father have prevailed above the blessings of my progenitors unto the utmost bound of the everlasting hills: they shall be on the head of Joseph, and on the crown of the head of him that was separate from his brethren.” - Genesis 49:26
All blessings are His alone, yet He chooses to share with us, the benevolence of the King. His kingdom stretches from everlasting to the outer reaches of everlasting; as deep as the depths of the deepness of earth, and it stands far above; past the highest parts of the upper heavens, even past the very boundaries of where His angels dwell.
For there is nothing that is hidden from His gaze; His eyes search His endless creation from the beginning, and sees past it’s ending; border-less in its entirety, and yet all within His grasp. His Spirit moves and nothing is the same. He shed a tear and washed the earth of its sin in Noah’s day. Even so, His mercy did rest upon the Ark.
His blessings endure forever for those that love Him, and His wrath is reserved for those that reject His love. He longs to forgive and strives to walk with man once again as He did in the past. And yet another blessing is His long-suffering; for how else could we be saved in the time, as we were in the fullness of our sins.
He attended my wanderings, and cradled my desires within His bosom. He covered me in the bitter throes of my sin when I cried out. His brilliant robes of Righteousness shone brightly on my then darkened heart, and restored those elements that I feared were lost within me. Again, You showed me your mercy on the cross.
When I drift Your anchor holds me in place, attached to the Bed-Rock of Salvation, it holds fast in my storms of rebellion. Its steady pull brings me into alignment; keeping me safe from crashing into a unrelenting, rugged and rough shoreline. Your anchor comforts me in all my storms. I stand still in Your strength, and am secure in Your bonds.
Lie me down in gentle green pastures; amongst where Your flowers grow. Place me there where Your presence resides, in the brilliance where Your essence glows. Caress my face with Your gentle touch, and stroke my cheek in Your gentle care. Gather us together in the singleness of one, as in one people, our burdens You bare.
Blessed be O holy One, Blessed be O Holy and True. We give You praise to God’s only Son, bless this repentant sinner, O bless me O Lord, as we all together bless You. Amen.
“But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” – Isaiah 64:8
I’m a new creation at your Potter’s wheel, Lord. Made from clay and sprinkled with water. I was first without form, nor without purpose. I was cast from the elements that you had created, and was formed in Your image and given life eternal.
I had never perceived of who I was until that day You revealed Yourself to me. I was not my own for You had formed me in my mother’s womb. In the secret place You had made for me, for my brothers and sisters who would came before, and who would come after me.
As I was formed I felt Your hands that molded me. You pressed me with firmness and cupped me in the balance of Your will. I was formed and fashioned into something that is pleasing to you, something useful, and with a purpose. Your fingerprints are etched throughout me, from the inside and from the outside of this creation.
From the fires of the furnace You created, to the cooling shelf where I am placed to cure, I am cooled and hardened and sealed for Your service. I cannot pour myself, nor fill myself up without Your help. I was not made to be empty, that was not why you made me.
I was made to be pleasing to You. I am to be filled by You as a vessel at Your disposal; to do as is Your good pleasure desires with me. Yet, I am more than an instrument to You. You gave me Your Spirit to dwell inside me. Your sovereign will sustains me in my dry times.
The fullness of You inside me gives me worth. The brimming of my lips that are filled with Your word, brings me great joy. I will sit in silence and patiently await for the call to be used by You. I am but a pot, ready to respond for the purpose for which You had created me for. To be with You, and to be always in Your service. Amen.
O LORD how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep.”-Psalm 92:5
God works in magnificent ways; who’s thoughts outnumber the stars in the heavens towards me. I will rest on my Lord’s heart as an obedient child occupies his father’s joy. My days will be filled according to your good pleasure, and my night’s prayers will be lifted up into the courts of your tabernacle.
Hear me O Lord, and give ear to my praise as I shout the greatness of your NAME! The great I AM! You are the Keeper of all that exists, from the upper heavens on high above, to the fires of darkness in hades gone deep. Your presence extends as from the east as to the west, and reaches beyond the very minds of men.
Release O my King, release your all-consuming and purifying Will upon my life. Bring me into subjection as I seek your face. May Your Will be my will, may Your Love be my love, may Your Mind be inside my mind. And Your Heart continually beat inside this mortal chest for evermore.
For I love you without measure. As deep in love as you wish to take me, as far as your Wings shall carry me. As unending as your Glory be, Lord, I shall follow you, and only thee. Lay me down when my time ends, and take me Home to be known as friend.
Lift me up in Your embrace, remove the pain upon my face. Wash away these many tears, comfort me so I will not fear. Catch me Father if I should fall, cast your nets, and make me your haul. I will hold on fast till your Kingdom come, and I will wait for thy will to be done. Amen.
“…. and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” — Henry David Thoreau
Who can walk that long lonely road? Who can walk in those dusty rugged footsteps of our Lord’s? I came to die to myself on that road; but realized I had yet not lived. My shadow, I managed to cast on that road, was but a speck, crowded out by the brilliance of the mid-day sun.
I traced those well-worn footsteps that our Lord bore his burden on over two-Thousand years ago. I felt that heaviness he carried as he struggled to carry my bloody cross to Calvary. The Blood, which flowed from him, from the ripped and torn, and brutally wounded flesh; with the welling and painful tears streaming down his bruised, bloodied, battered, and swollen eyes. They covered the journey of 2000 feet from Antonia Fortress, along the streets through the city’s Lion’s Gate, on the road known as the "Way of Sorrows", to the hill of our salvation, the hill called Golgotha.
I can hear the jeering laughter of the crowd as they lined up pressing against one another just to steal a glance at this Galilean who confounded the scribes and convicted the Pharisees. In wondrous amazement; that this man of peace was silent as he was being led to the slaughter. The howling and gleeful cheers roared throughout the crowd.
O how Jesus suffered. The FATHER, turning HIS back on him, who could now not look upon him, a man who knew no sin, and communed with the FATHER continually, was cut off and made sin in order to carry the entire burden for all mankind that he was to bare himself, alone. The angels in heaven were mourning, the demons in hell were mocking, and the saints on earth were trembling. But for us, our Lord Christ Jesus found the joy of our redemption thru the cross.
Though I might live to be one hundred, and my eyes grow dim with age. I will walk that rugged road to Golgotha, like my Savior had done before. I will carry my cross of burdens, and carry them to the foot of his cross. I will bring my flesh to die there, and find the soul I had lost. Amen.
“Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth laborers into his harvest.”
– Matthew 9:38
AS the season of the fall approaches, the harvest is made ready; for the vines are ripe and push forth their bounty. The goodness of the Vine-dresser has tended to His fields pruning and preparing for this certain time. HE has set HIS presses at the ready.
For the laborers already tread within your gates. Gather quickly that fruit which is good to eat, and cast aside that which the Vine-Master cannot accept as useful. Cast it into a fire so as its blight does not spread throughout.
A time of joy has been set, and the rewards are at hand. Bring forth Thy baskets and fill them as Thine fruit is become ripe. Bring in the harvest; you laborers of HIS field! O Bring forth HIS harvest; bring forth HIS yield! Not one should perish; or left in HIS field!
BRING forth HIS bounty to be placed in HIS Barns. Secure it safely; that HIS crops are not harmed. HIS harvest is made ready by the fullness of the Son; their stored safely for a new season has begun. Deliver us O Lord, away from the spoiler. The harvest is now ready; much is gained by the Toiler.
When the harvest has ended; now comes the feast. Gather the workers from North, South, West, and East. Put down HIS tools for the harvest is done; for the LORD of HIS fields celebrates with His SON. The gates of Heaven have now been shut, and with a shout from the MASTER: IT IS TIME TO COME UP!”
"...he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea." - Micah 7:19
O Mighty King! You have subdued my iniquities and buried them in the deepest parts of the sea! I shall only focus on your Mercies and not on my past sins. Heaven forbid if I should try to search back into the depths to retrieve them again.
For Heavenly Father we have been washed clean from those sins never to be remembered again. Though that evil one flaunts my failures in front of me and trying to burden my soul; stealing my joy that I may find no peace in my heart.
I will place my eyes on You and leaving those things behind “Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended it, but this one thing I do: forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,”- Philippians 3:13
For you are not a God of failure but a God of second chances. Third chances, fourth… Your Mercy endures forever, Christ the Lord. Merciful One, I have been washed clean of my sins, Your blood cleanses my soul.
I will not give tribute to my failures, for you my Lord do not remember them, how then can I bring them back into remembrance? Am I more excellent than you my King that I should remember that which you have forgotten?
Heaven forbid. Those are now lies and not my sins no more, for You have reconciled my past and now I am free to reach for the Promises of my future. I will meditate on Your truths that You have established in your Word.
“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ” 1Corinthians 15:55-57
Praise be my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of the Living God! King of kings, and Lord of Lords, Christ the Lord! Amen.