I'm in the thick of ending MT2, the sequel to my first book. Writing almost daily, getting much done, integrating 'Interim' into it, which is a huge deal.
Ending a novel takes some intricate weaving. I find that just writing when stuck is not a waste of time. The interim section was born out of writer's block, and it wove right into the story today. I see how JRR Tolkien could have unpublished partial stories all over his office. Mine is messy with loose end parts. I have 8 unfinished works that I work on when suddenly I remember their contents. Crazy, huh? I plan on finishing up each manuscript. One has to be retyped from thermal paper. I wrote it in the 80's. My style hasn't changed much. I'm just more comfortable writing my visions. Bethel gave me that. Thank you.
I'll try to remember to keep this journey with MT2 updated here.
Us
I hope to use this blog as a daily record of Papa, Jesus and Holy Spirit's daily interventions in my life. They are quite daily! I don't want to travel backward, but present; not future, just today. May my every entry be clear.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Mentor - A Word
'Mentor' is a word in my thoughts the last couple of days. Someone said something tonight about what we do next after we finally feel comfortable with Papa. Some I've known forever say they didn't learn about Papa from me, but from another friendship that began when they were young. This baffles me. All my life, to pass on my faith is what I do, and some didn't hear me. How can this be?
I'm dedicated to Papa, am comfortable in His presence. We are not all spiritual mothers or fathers to young people. You know what I'm good at? Writing my heart. I have good feedback as an author. Papa gave that to me in 2nd grade. I've been singing to Him ONLY since I found out who He is and what Jesus did for me.
One of Bill Johnson's sons said that his dad never told him he 'should' be or do anything. He didn't want to interfere with Papa's work in his life. Bingo. Bill is a real mentor. He's known only Papa since before his birth, as did 5 generations before him. We're fooling ourselves if we think Papa hasn't appointed good mentors for us. Don't try to be what you're not. First generation believers are not mentors. It's just common sense.
Kris Vallotton, since first meeting Bill, has wanted to be just like him. Bill was the first person he met that he wanted to be like. I met Bill only 3 years ago. I was 50. But it's true for me too. Bill shares his heart, his handling of tough situations, his ministry, his struggles. His handling of life is for me. What a great mentor!
I'm dedicated to Papa, am comfortable in His presence. We are not all spiritual mothers or fathers to young people. You know what I'm good at? Writing my heart. I have good feedback as an author. Papa gave that to me in 2nd grade. I've been singing to Him ONLY since I found out who He is and what Jesus did for me.
One of Bill Johnson's sons said that his dad never told him he 'should' be or do anything. He didn't want to interfere with Papa's work in his life. Bingo. Bill is a real mentor. He's known only Papa since before his birth, as did 5 generations before him. We're fooling ourselves if we think Papa hasn't appointed good mentors for us. Don't try to be what you're not. First generation believers are not mentors. It's just common sense.
Kris Vallotton, since first meeting Bill, has wanted to be just like him. Bill was the first person he met that he wanted to be like. I met Bill only 3 years ago. I was 50. But it's true for me too. Bill shares his heart, his handling of tough situations, his ministry, his struggles. His handling of life is for me. What a great mentor!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Speaking in tongues unawares
I am aware of the thinness of the veil between Heaven and earth dimensions. I see a pressing of Heaven on the earth, much like a mom in labor, her unborn child pushing downward inside a thin membrane. Earth cannot stop it. Birth must happen, and soon.
So when Papa whispers to me in that space between sleepiness and bedtime, I'm no longer surprised. My spirit recognizes Him. Holy Spirit, who comes to give me a word, even while I brush my teeth with a noisy electric toothbrush. I'm nodding in agreement, in enlightenment of something new and fantastic to me. Always based in the wonderful truth of Scripture, my mind heads there to review it again, and I am undone.
This has been my nightly visitation. I am so blessed to have spiritual ears wide awake while my body is weakened by the activities of the day; the best time to receive precious Papa gifts for me.
Last night was fun. A word I've been hearing is 'segue'. All this week I've meditated on this word, heard it in the news or elsewhere as well. A newscaster can't qualify for the job unless he knows how to segue from one topic to the next, in order to hold the viewers' attention. All topics handled by the presenter, all chained end to end to hold our attention.
Papa has done this for us. Will we let Heaven and earth coexist, seeing how Heaven has immense impact on every detail of our existence? Heaven is not confused nor nervous about any outcome, because we exist underneath it, the entire human plan, and always has its way. And we are in this plan, all of us, past, present and future, all of us. We came long after it became. It was a brilliant, perfect thought Papa had. We were a part of that original thought, but born later into existence. So Heaven segues in and throughout our past, present and future, easily living out with us, before and after us, until we see it clearly with our own eyes, which is yet to come. Soon. All events connect. All tragedy is redeemed. The quality of people we become living out joy in trouble and trouble in joy makes us a grateful bunch. We realize we have a loving Papa who takes care of us. We have an easier time of it if we will choose Him, meeting Him halfway. Then we know we prayed and He answered again and again until death. When we don't choose Him, He takes care of us anyway, and we think it is luck or fate. People abandon Papa. Papa never abandons anyone. Look at your life and realize in every detail, Papa is there, loving you. And you'll be okay.
Last night as I was going to bed, I began speaking in tongues unawares. I realized I was doing so and smiled as I continued. My spirit communed with Papa and I was lifted up as tongues became louder and quicker, intense and praising. I love these times. I was downloaded from Heaven something new. The battle for love, to love even in the most intense of circumstances. The only way to reach people; we're the only ones who can, no matter how seemingly unlovable they are. What a joy to continue in unconditional love!
Segue love Heaven to earth. Stitch them tightly together until the seams disappear.
So when Papa whispers to me in that space between sleepiness and bedtime, I'm no longer surprised. My spirit recognizes Him. Holy Spirit, who comes to give me a word, even while I brush my teeth with a noisy electric toothbrush. I'm nodding in agreement, in enlightenment of something new and fantastic to me. Always based in the wonderful truth of Scripture, my mind heads there to review it again, and I am undone.
This has been my nightly visitation. I am so blessed to have spiritual ears wide awake while my body is weakened by the activities of the day; the best time to receive precious Papa gifts for me.
Last night was fun. A word I've been hearing is 'segue'. All this week I've meditated on this word, heard it in the news or elsewhere as well. A newscaster can't qualify for the job unless he knows how to segue from one topic to the next, in order to hold the viewers' attention. All topics handled by the presenter, all chained end to end to hold our attention.
Papa has done this for us. Will we let Heaven and earth coexist, seeing how Heaven has immense impact on every detail of our existence? Heaven is not confused nor nervous about any outcome, because we exist underneath it, the entire human plan, and always has its way. And we are in this plan, all of us, past, present and future, all of us. We came long after it became. It was a brilliant, perfect thought Papa had. We were a part of that original thought, but born later into existence. So Heaven segues in and throughout our past, present and future, easily living out with us, before and after us, until we see it clearly with our own eyes, which is yet to come. Soon. All events connect. All tragedy is redeemed. The quality of people we become living out joy in trouble and trouble in joy makes us a grateful bunch. We realize we have a loving Papa who takes care of us. We have an easier time of it if we will choose Him, meeting Him halfway. Then we know we prayed and He answered again and again until death. When we don't choose Him, He takes care of us anyway, and we think it is luck or fate. People abandon Papa. Papa never abandons anyone. Look at your life and realize in every detail, Papa is there, loving you. And you'll be okay.
Last night as I was going to bed, I began speaking in tongues unawares. I realized I was doing so and smiled as I continued. My spirit communed with Papa and I was lifted up as tongues became louder and quicker, intense and praising. I love these times. I was downloaded from Heaven something new. The battle for love, to love even in the most intense of circumstances. The only way to reach people; we're the only ones who can, no matter how seemingly unlovable they are. What a joy to continue in unconditional love!
Segue love Heaven to earth. Stitch them tightly together until the seams disappear.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My Life Makes Sense In Jesus' Name
I'm tempted to insert 'only' into the title of this post. "My life makes sense ONLY in Jesus' name. But I don't want to throw anyone off. So let me explain:
When I look at my history, my path, those around me who cross my path up to the present day, I realize life has been very different than I could ever have imagined or planned. The only time I evaluate my life is when a person feels the need to judge it. He/she hasn't been on my path, doesn't wish to hear the testimony it has given me to this point in life, but rather prefers to do a little plain math and deduces that a couple of major upsets in my life could only be caused by me in some way. Different people see different pieces of information about me, each one coming up with a different judgment; even opposite judgments. So I find myself looking back to try to see what I missed; what they see. That is confusing and not worthy of my time.
But when I remember to apply this particular tool, "My life makes sense in Jesus' name,' confusion is turned into peace, and all of my life, once again, makes perfect sense. When my spirit communes with Holy Spirit, I see the tapestry of my life, all a beautiful weave, as it is meant to be. Using this tool, I have access to Papa's point of view. I'm seeing the same picture of my history in a Papa flow, His sovereignty in it is everywhere throughout my life, and the beautiful tapestry is set before me making perfect sense. The more I look at it, the more the details of it, Papa's care for me, become obvious. He really is a Master Weaver.
From the flesh or the mind, life makes little sense. When believers and/or non-believers judge someone else's life, they are just letting their flesh, their logical minds, evaluate you with partial evidence. This judging habit is sin and should have nothing to do with you or me.
Aren't you glad Papa knows everything? We only have one all-knowing Papa, who sees our hearts, communes with our spirits, and knows without a doubt that we are good. He doesn't judge us on limited information about us. He sees all of us and STILL doesn't judge. Jesus died for all of us. Leave the sin of judging at the cross where it belongs, and has belonged for 2000 years.
Jesus spilt His blood so that we could experience powerful lives as Papa's royal sons and daughters. We extend our hands over an ailing one and pray his healing, his fullness restored, any place, any time. We do His Good News, His Gospel because of the blood. Papa is weaving all of us a wonderful tapestry.
When I look at my history, my path, those around me who cross my path up to the present day, I realize life has been very different than I could ever have imagined or planned. The only time I evaluate my life is when a person feels the need to judge it. He/she hasn't been on my path, doesn't wish to hear the testimony it has given me to this point in life, but rather prefers to do a little plain math and deduces that a couple of major upsets in my life could only be caused by me in some way. Different people see different pieces of information about me, each one coming up with a different judgment; even opposite judgments. So I find myself looking back to try to see what I missed; what they see. That is confusing and not worthy of my time.
But when I remember to apply this particular tool, "My life makes sense in Jesus' name,' confusion is turned into peace, and all of my life, once again, makes perfect sense. When my spirit communes with Holy Spirit, I see the tapestry of my life, all a beautiful weave, as it is meant to be. Using this tool, I have access to Papa's point of view. I'm seeing the same picture of my history in a Papa flow, His sovereignty in it is everywhere throughout my life, and the beautiful tapestry is set before me making perfect sense. The more I look at it, the more the details of it, Papa's care for me, become obvious. He really is a Master Weaver.
From the flesh or the mind, life makes little sense. When believers and/or non-believers judge someone else's life, they are just letting their flesh, their logical minds, evaluate you with partial evidence. This judging habit is sin and should have nothing to do with you or me.
Aren't you glad Papa knows everything? We only have one all-knowing Papa, who sees our hearts, communes with our spirits, and knows without a doubt that we are good. He doesn't judge us on limited information about us. He sees all of us and STILL doesn't judge. Jesus died for all of us. Leave the sin of judging at the cross where it belongs, and has belonged for 2000 years.
Jesus spilt His blood so that we could experience powerful lives as Papa's royal sons and daughters. We extend our hands over an ailing one and pray his healing, his fullness restored, any place, any time. We do His Good News, His Gospel because of the blood. Papa is weaving all of us a wonderful tapestry.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Today, something is in the wind...
Just recording the sense of 'something' being in the wind. This is a calm time, like the eye of a tornado. Meanwhile, I work on MT2. My brain is on fully. Taking pycnogenol for 2 weeks now. Weaning off the other vitamins. Money is tight. But my senses are heightened. I love being tuned into Heaven :)
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