Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Today was a day pregnant with the work of the Spirit. I feel the presence of the Lord in the way I haven't for a while. Sometimes the first consciousness I have of my fullness is the words that overflow out of me. When I feel the movement of the Lord, I cannot help but talk about it and I did that a lot this evening. Also on the subject of words, it's been a very, very long time since I've felt inspired to write something like this. Something from my soul for no assignment. The inspiration came to me in the car four hours ago, and I prayed for it to last. It's almost 2 AM, and I have a full few days ahead of me, but I am so grateful for the blessing and truth of this.
What confines I have claimed for myself, oh Lord!
For long I laid in a shallow grave I made for myself of sorrow and want.
The trappings of insecurity and control lay lifelessly across my broken being.
From a soul long dead I cried out and wailed, but what's worse:
You answered without hesitation, and I refused to move.
No sooner than the thought of salvation, of life, of freedom crept through the cobwebs of my mind,
No sooner than the plea for forgiveness and healing crossed my cold lips,
You set me free; and I stayed.
I stayed there in that grave, I dwelled within the stench of death,
And still I cried,
Still I begged for life as I chose the narrow tomb.
You repeated to me, oh Lord, "I have set you free, be free."
But I remained focused on the iniquity of the past life and refused to live in this.
Until one day the light broke through,
One day I finally looked up to see there was so much more than the cage which had already been opened and I had yet to flee,
And Jesus, relieved, said to me,
"Dear one, you've long lamented that from which you have already been set free.
We have other things to do, and it's time to get out of your grave."
The Lord removes the grave clothes that I've so long embraced, and I remember that there's is flesh under the swathe.
My sun hidden skin burns in the light and breathes in the air.
Once out of the ground, the Lord weaves for me the stories that I've ignored.
Stories in ribbons of divinely inspired hues:
Warm tenderness, fresh revelation, airy inspiration, full forgiveness, abounding grace, and everlasting love all the way through.
I watch the silken bands wind in and out along my past, awakening my memory.
I long walked through blessing pounded and aching,
Ignoring all along the unfolding of the themes, now so obvious, and beautiful, and lavish.
You could not use me as laying there,
Your Spirit was too big for my box.
Long I'd been living, but never been full,
Never been free to move in rhythm of Your love,
As I forsook the the full and detailed tapestry, the fabric made for dancing,
And remained in threadbare shrouds instead.
Now, I will rejoice in the colors of Your love
And sing out with the fullness of my lungs
I will absorb the fullness of the view unencumbered,
And weave with you the next threads.
(Inadvertently inspired by Jonah Werner's song Ghost, please listen to it. It's unreal.)
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