Are You going to perform Your word?

During worship the other day, I asked God for a "throne room" experience. I have heard so many different accounts, I wanted to see it for myself. I have asked Him before, but never saw any results.

With eyes closed begging God, all of the sudden I was there. In front of me was two thrones and God and the Lamb were seated, I could not make out anything other than forms and shapes because I had what appeared to be a dark veil on my head. It looked like a stone castle. I knew the Holy Spirit was standing beside me. Everything was grey. Lining the walls of the throne room were these strange creatures with many eyes. I can't really describe how crazy they looked except to say they almost looked fake. I could tell their mouths were moving, but I heard no music or sound. All I could hear was the song of worship in my heart toward the Lord.

In that instant I knew I could ask God anything. I knew He would answer any question I had, but I only had one burning question. The question seared my soul, "Are You going to perform Your word?" I need to know that my life is not in vain - that everything I believe is true. That there is power in those words. That I am not living my life according to an empty gospel. Too many people live their life without ever experiencing the power and authority of the Bible.

When I pray I want to see God's word come true. I want to see the power of God manifested and His name lifted high. That is my one desire. It was why I was created. I was created to know Him.

God answered me, " I will perform EVERY word. In fact, you can pick any word in the Bible and if you believe for it - it will be yours. My word does not lie. I have to perform it. Believe for it and it will be yours."

I was floored. Anything I needed- is mine. Healing, deliverance, prosperity, deeper relationship with Him - all at my fingertips - All I had to do was find my scriptures and start believing. To stand and when all else fails - keep standing.

Feeling bold, I asked Him why I had to wear the veil. At this point, I wanted to see Him in all His glory -to behold the beauty of the King. He told me I couldn't handle the sight and barely let my veil shift - a sharp intense ray of light pierced my eyes and left me blind for a couple of seconds.

Yes, eternity is going to be awesome.

Crikey

So Staples has leopard print duct tape. Having recently started liking the "wild-side look", even I started questioning what one would do with leopard duct tape. I'm pretty creative, but I can see that coming to no good. Next episode of CSI - serial killer Bobby's signature becomes tying up his "exotic" woman with leopard duct tape.

My friend Mellie would be proud of me- In an instant I transformed into a shallow little girl excited over the possibilities of what one could do with this new medium. Unfortunately, my mistake was to allow this transformation to take place in front of a sales associate and my husband. Not that I mind showing from time to time, I can be shallow, but showing weakness can be like blood in the water for sharks.

The sales associate was well schooled in the ways of this tape, and had many rolls of a similar pattern to cover a care package to his friend in Iraq. Apparently because it had so much tape on it, the guy ruined his battle knife opening this package. Anyone reading this - say a little prayer for this guy - might need it. After about four more stories, my penance for weakness was over and I was allowed to leave (Actually, he was pretty cool and some of those four stories were pretty funny)

Right now all I can think of several things I'd love to do with leopard print duct tape including:

1) Duct tape my neighbors trash can lid closed. Even as I am writing this blog, I can't handle the constant banging. All day long it constantly thuds. He never puts his trashcans up, and my town is notorious for being really windy. - Not to mention it would be a fun prank.

2) Duct tape the construction site next to my house (Okay so maybe there is a pattern here as I am not exactly happy they are building next to my house and messing up my yard).

3) Pick random folders my husband has to take to work and cover them in said duct tape. Nothing says manly like leopard.

4) Fix a pair of shoes with the tape (Ghetto fabulous - I think yes).

5) Randomly have some around for the next time someone asks me for some tape. Scotch Tape - sure here you go....

Tremble

So it's been a while, blogging sadly just hasn't been a priority lately. Frankly, I have been too busy restructuring my life as God tears down the walls I haphazardly build. I've decided it's human to try to build walls and set boundaries- and it's truly God to destroy all of those.

I wouldn't trade it for anything - Gosh, I only hope I can remember it all. My opinions, once again, on everything have changed. I've given up everything and yet nothing.

The voice rises from the depth
A still small whisper asking for everything
How could I deny, Some might think I'm crazy
But the voice, I must obey

My heart yearns for that whisper
The confirmation of love from My Beloved
I am a cherished bride, One of His esteemed
Where can I find my Beloved

I look not at the destruction surrounding
I look only for my Beloved, In His eyes I find peace
My security is in Him and Him alone
My protector, my confidant, my deliverer

Worthy of all my affection, He speaks - I tremble

The Majesty of War

A letter to my husband:


I can't wait until you wake up and I get to read you this thing from Francis Frangipane. I feel it's exactly what you need today. God has us in a season. It's a season to develop an everlasting love for Him. A deeper love than we have every experienced. A fire that can't be quenched. He has graciously bestowed this time on us, because He doesn't want us to miss it. Healing, ministry, church, raising Godly children, prayer - it's all good - but nothing compares to just pouring out and developing our love potential.

I'm still hung up on:

"The degree of power displayed in our lives is directly porportional to the degree that we have surrendered to the will of God and know the will of God."

How far am I away from surrendering? What won't I give up? It kinda is a scary thought. You never really know what you will do until the situation arises. I think I am pretty prepared to do the will of God until He asks that one thing I have been holding back unknowingly. It's a tricky business. But to love Him is to surrender to His love. I want to give Him everything. I just hope that I do.

I had a vision. My vision was I was looking at a painting, almost as an art analyst. The painting looked like an old George Washington Battle Scene. In the center was a white horse with a heavenly horde of angels and saints surrounding it. The painting was divided almost down the middle. On one side was darkness and on the other was light. The saints looked weary, but were gaining ground. They kept fighting even though their victories were sometimes centimeters. They knew that they would win. On the side lines, there was a bunch of newbies fresh out of bootcamp. Waiting for their turn, in this awesome battle.

There is an intense fire in this house. The battle lines are revealed. The rose colored glasses no longer hide the raging war between good and evil. Here in all it's blood and glory, the spiritual realm collides with earth. You know how we were talking about war being an awful thing. The vision I have in my head is anything but. It's actually one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. The Angels and Saints are pushing back the darkness. Tired and weary, they rise to the occasion every time because they know they are gaining ground. I want to be out there. I still feel like a new recruit. But the weary saints are in need of some back up. They have fought the good fight and now it is time for the younger generation to stand up. I've decided there is even beauty and majesty in war.

So much to learn, so little time. Luckily, it really comes down to love.

The drum beats close in...

My heart feels so many different emotions tonight. It's stirred up with a fire that starts in my bones and won't be shut out. It's also heavy with so much laid upon it. Part of it just wants to scream, cry out and sing at the top of my lungs. But I know, the sounds that come forth won't do the impression I have on my heart justice.

My heart pounds with a beat that resounds throughout my body. A call of war that cannot be shutdown or shutout. The beat sends mixed feelings through me. Feelings not unlike a brand new soldier's, fresh out of bootcamp, first day of combat.

Timing is running out. People get ready. Jesus is coming! This knowledge grows stronger everyday.

It's building... The fury... It's building... The passion... It's building... The Love.

The desire to know Him and be known by Him.... Consumes me.

I heard this quote today and I plan on learning to understand it more:

"The degree of power displayed in our lives is directly porportional to the degree that we have surrendered to the will of God and know the will of God."

I am also checking my heart for judgement. When I talk to people, I want it to be out of love. I have been reading Francis Frangipane's book Exposing the accuser of the brethren:

"That someone should discover the imperfections of their pastor or church is by no means a sign of spirituality. Indeed, we could find fault with the church before we were Christians. What we do with what we see, however, is the measure of Christlike maturity. Remember, when Jesus saw the condition of mankind, He 'emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond servant... He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.' Phil 2:7-8. He died to take away sins; He did not judge them."

It's a fine line between correcting and judging. Deliverance ministry and prophecy also cause many people to feel judged, and I need to be more sensitive. I am amazed at what God has taught me in the last couple of months. I feel so honored and blessed that I am getting this crash course. It has not been easy, but I needed the wake up call.

I just want to be on fire. To stand in His presence and burn - nothing else matters.