I see the Stone rejected by men. I see how it was kicked down the hill. They said it was in their way, so the Stone lays where it landed. I climb carefully down the grassy hill and embrace it, laying my cheek against the coolness of the precious stone. I feel myself melt into it and I become one with the rejected Stone. Those who rejected the Stone, oh they don't realize (or don't care) that this Stone they were stumbling over was carefully and purposefully placed in their way. It was there to stop them from continuing in their own way. They stumbled because they were trying to go, willfully ignoring the fact that the Stone was indicating that this way was wrong.
So they were offended by the Stone that sat in their way. And they kicked it out of the way, down the hill where it would be out of sight and out of mind.
I went out of my way to embrace the Stone and I became one with it. My identity is now with the Stone that sits in the way of men and causes them to stumble when they try to go past it along the way that seems right to them.
Come to Him as to a living Stone which men rejected and threw away, but which is choice and precious in the sight of God. I Peter 2:4
A Stone of Stumbling and a Rock of Offense. for they stumble because they disobey the word of God, and to this they were also appointed. I Peter 2:8
Wednesday, May 8, 2019
Thursday, March 21, 2019
Walking out of the Door for the Last Time
I see myself at my job, eyes full of love and sorrow at the same time. My heart grieves for those I am leaving behind, leaving a hole in the relationships and bondings. Hands reach out and try to keep me there, not wanting to let me go, but I tear myself out of their grasp, though I love them, and I walk out for the last time with tears running down my face. The door shuts and locks behind me and I know that I no longer have a key to go back inside. I fall to my knees in grief, not knowing quite where to go nor what to do next. I lay down and put my face to the earth, in the dust from which I was formed and let the last bit of my flesh die there, my breath ebbing away and finally ceasing.
And so I lay there, in that valley of defeat, where my flesh finally gave up the battle and ceased to exist. And my weary spirit could not raise its head to revive itself.
Then my Lord, the One who loves me so deeply, came to me so tenderly and whispered in my ear, "The journey has been too much for you, my precious one." And He Himself began to tend to my brokenness. He looked around and saw pieces of me laying everywhere, broken and seemingly irreparable.
I whispered to Him, "I'm so sorry.. I don't know if you can do anything, nor if you will want to. You can just haul it all away..it's ok with me. I appear to be finished, shattered and broken under it all. I can just leave it here and come with you if you want.
He looked at me with that love in His eyes that reaches to the depths of me and He gathered up all the pieces of me, even the ones I thought I had lost. And tenderly, patiently, He put me back together. He glued me back with His love-glue, soothing me with the oils of His love, healing my brokenness as only my Beloved can do.
Then when He was finished, He took my face in His hands and breathed His breath into my nostrils. I felt the warmth of His hands and saw the love in His eyes. I did not want the moment to end, for as His breath began to revive me, I knew that the Object of my greatest love and my Source of Life had never been closer. When He was satisfied that I was breathing, He enfolded me in His beautiful wings, surrounding me in the comfort and the softness of His love and protection. And so my weary spirit began to slowly warm and receive His comfort. And it is here that I rest, surrounded by His tender wings of love. And I begin to heal.
Psalm 71:20 (amp) You who have shown me many troubles and distresses will revive and renew me again, and will bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
And so I lay there, in that valley of defeat, where my flesh finally gave up the battle and ceased to exist. And my weary spirit could not raise its head to revive itself.
Then my Lord, the One who loves me so deeply, came to me so tenderly and whispered in my ear, "The journey has been too much for you, my precious one." And He Himself began to tend to my brokenness. He looked around and saw pieces of me laying everywhere, broken and seemingly irreparable.
I whispered to Him, "I'm so sorry.. I don't know if you can do anything, nor if you will want to. You can just haul it all away..it's ok with me. I appear to be finished, shattered and broken under it all. I can just leave it here and come with you if you want.
He looked at me with that love in His eyes that reaches to the depths of me and He gathered up all the pieces of me, even the ones I thought I had lost. And tenderly, patiently, He put me back together. He glued me back with His love-glue, soothing me with the oils of His love, healing my brokenness as only my Beloved can do.
Then when He was finished, He took my face in His hands and breathed His breath into my nostrils. I felt the warmth of His hands and saw the love in His eyes. I did not want the moment to end, for as His breath began to revive me, I knew that the Object of my greatest love and my Source of Life had never been closer. When He was satisfied that I was breathing, He enfolded me in His beautiful wings, surrounding me in the comfort and the softness of His love and protection. And so my weary spirit began to slowly warm and receive His comfort. And it is here that I rest, surrounded by His tender wings of love. And I begin to heal.
Psalm 71:20 (amp) You who have shown me many troubles and distresses will revive and renew me again, and will bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
Sunday, January 27, 2019
A Stone in the Dump
A Stone in the Dump
January 27, 2019
As I sit, reading I Peter 2:4, I begin to see a Stone. All around the Stone is a dump, like someone threw it away. As I look at the stone closer, I notice that it is glowing with light. I move closer and as I move, I perceive that I am rolling and that I am a stone too. I am drawn to the Stone in the dump and when I am close enough, it pulls me like a magnet and I click into a niche that fits me like a glove.
I asked the Lord, what does this mean? He says to me, "This is how My House is built. Living stones (not living stone). The Stone + one stone does not make My House. There must be more. My people think that the Stone + 1 = the House, but there is a place for each of you living stones next to another stone. Not every stone can be at the top and in fact, the lower you are in My House, the closer you will be to Me.
Let yourself be drawn to the Stone. Like a magnet, I will pull you into your place. You will be crushed more the lower you go, but you will be closer to The Stone.
Many will not come close because they think they can stand alone as My House. Many will miss out because they can't bear to go low. But those lonesome living stones will be covered up, never to be found in the dump of life, disconnected from their source, The Stone that was rejected by men.
Stubbornness and disobedience are nothing more than resisting My magnetic pull to your place in My House. It is hard for a person to go their own way, though their rebellion is like an evil driving passion. It is so contrary to what they were created to do that they must be deceived to think that striving is the right way.
Yield to My drawing. Be willing to go low and be pulled into your place to build My House. Don't struggle away when an ugly stone is pulled in next to you. For I, The Lord, will make it a perfect fit and build the perfect House for My Dwelling Place.
The Stone that was rejected by men is the very foundation of My True Dwelling Place."
Come to Him, the risen Lord, as to a living Stone which men rejected and threw away, but which is choice and precious in the sight of God I Peter 2:4
You, believers, like living stones, are being built up into a spiritual house for a holy and dedicated priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices that are acceptable and pleasing to God through Jesus Christ. I Peter 2:5
So then, could it be that those spiritual sacrifices could be giving up my desire to be next to a certain person, to be in a certain place where I can be visible, to be in a place where I am (finally) recognized as important? Could it be that I give up all of my preconceived plans and yield only to His? To sacrifice my own idea of my rightful place?
January 27, 2019
As I sit, reading I Peter 2:4, I begin to see a Stone. All around the Stone is a dump, like someone threw it away. As I look at the stone closer, I notice that it is glowing with light. I move closer and as I move, I perceive that I am rolling and that I am a stone too. I am drawn to the Stone in the dump and when I am close enough, it pulls me like a magnet and I click into a niche that fits me like a glove.
I asked the Lord, what does this mean? He says to me, "This is how My House is built. Living stones (not living stone). The Stone + one stone does not make My House. There must be more. My people think that the Stone + 1 = the House, but there is a place for each of you living stones next to another stone. Not every stone can be at the top and in fact, the lower you are in My House, the closer you will be to Me.
Let yourself be drawn to the Stone. Like a magnet, I will pull you into your place. You will be crushed more the lower you go, but you will be closer to The Stone.
Many will not come close because they think they can stand alone as My House. Many will miss out because they can't bear to go low. But those lonesome living stones will be covered up, never to be found in the dump of life, disconnected from their source, The Stone that was rejected by men.
Stubbornness and disobedience are nothing more than resisting My magnetic pull to your place in My House. It is hard for a person to go their own way, though their rebellion is like an evil driving passion. It is so contrary to what they were created to do that they must be deceived to think that striving is the right way.
Yield to My drawing. Be willing to go low and be pulled into your place to build My House. Don't struggle away when an ugly stone is pulled in next to you. For I, The Lord, will make it a perfect fit and build the perfect House for My Dwelling Place.
The Stone that was rejected by men is the very foundation of My True Dwelling Place."
Come to Him, the risen Lord, as to a living Stone which men rejected and threw away, but which is choice and precious in the sight of God I Peter 2:4
You, believers, like living stones, are being built up into a spiritual house for a holy and dedicated priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices that are acceptable and pleasing to God through Jesus Christ. I Peter 2:5
So then, could it be that those spiritual sacrifices could be giving up my desire to be next to a certain person, to be in a certain place where I can be visible, to be in a place where I am (finally) recognized as important? Could it be that I give up all of my preconceived plans and yield only to His? To sacrifice my own idea of my rightful place?
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