This Christmas you'l knock on my door and find me waiting...
This Christmas I'll be expecting you...
It's something else to want someone...and another to actually need someone..
and This Christmas I will be wanting you..
This Christmas I'll be warm and tender,...
The blood of Jesus will flow through my innermost being and light within me a fire that transcends from the Holy ghost fire...
I will have intercourse with the pages of my Bible...
As many of them as I possibly can...
I shall have candle lights surrounding every thread of my flesh...and every fiber of my pigments...
oh how I shall loose this flesh that I may be adorned a robe so righteous...
This Christmas was meant just for me...
For me and the lover of my soul....
You already know how He does it...
He allows Himself to incarnate as man and be born in our hearts...
He finds us worthy of a crown that we ourselves claim not it's possession..
He knows our motives....He Himself called our hearts wicked....but still, look at how deeply He cares....
We do not say that we are any better than non-believers..that we dare not....but just look at the measure He's placed on us despite of our iniquities...
If I should live not past this Christmas....then may I live for this Christ of mass...
My life is a pickle jar......being filled and emptied.....filled that I may be emptied.....thus if I should die this Christmas, I'd rather die empty as I celebrate a life dead to Christ.
Yes, This Christmas....I will lie in bed alone....This Christmas.....I will let Jesus be born to the words of a love song...and the allure of poetry...This Christmas I will be in a harmony of a silent night..holy night....my first night with the King.....
This Christmas I shall be unveiled to the Prince of peace..to Him most Holy....To Him most loving....Oh how I shall spend this Christmas with the Great I AM!!!!
It shall be like no other...for every time He is born in me....it feels like the very first time!
She fell deep asleep in a
dreamland unknown to her. She longed for things only her desires could fathom
the existence. It was a whirlwind of fantasies. A desire of things out of this
world. She crawled to a world of uncertainties, a world where she thought she’s
allowed to be herself in the deepest of ways. Who could ever carry this burden
off her shoulder? Who could ever understand that there are those moments where
she can be insecure, those moments where she can doubt, those moments where she
too can be afraid? How else could she
progress out of this if not by drifting into a world unknown?Life plays games on the lives of many, but
she wanted out. She desired acceptance. She desired some deep kind of love
where one can be allowed to be and stay honest and not have to even sense of a
coming day when it would all be dead and gone because she has been unraveled.
How else can one love? She wondered! How else can one claim to truly love as
Jesus did? How else can one claim this deep unconditional feeling if all we
place on it are norms stated by those gone before us? Who is this who dares to
be different? Who is this who can try love without victimizing the loved? She
longed to live in this fairy tale she’s dreamt of all her life. She yearned for
moments of epitomes of true expressions of desires unmet. Where it is not about
sex…neither is it about how good she does or does not look…moments where her
past does not have to be a constant reminder of how easy she behaved in her
younger years in the search of approval. She remembers vividly the story of how her dad
denied her on the day of her birth. She remembers with tears in her eyes how he
left her to the mother that bore her on that hospital bed because for some
reason he just didn’t want her. And even as she grows up she now understands
why all her life she’s been seeking some sort of approval from the world…all
because she was denied on the day of her birth. She swells up in lost glories
and growing pains.
All the crowd screams is you gotta be strong! What if she’s
tired of being strong? What if this time she truly needs someone that would
love her and express it to her the same way that he did yesterday? What if all
she ever really wanted is someone who would try not to conform to the damned
spirit of familiarity and somehow choose to find reason to fall in love with her everyday? She
knows she’s yet to see this human man…and she also knows, that the day he’ll
walk by, it would be to take her down the aisle. She though, finds rest in
knowing she’s got someone, who despite of his physical absence, somehow makes
his presence felt in her life. She is not the kind that sits and awaits a prince charming to drop down from heaven like manna...NO! Even as she waits she's serving, she keeps her life in progress and her heart at the best of the glorious harmonious medley of the heavens and earth below singing 'How Great Is Our God!', as her soul gets satiated by its lover. She’s the kind of woman that has got the full package; she’s
got the lover of her soul as she awaits the lover of her flesh. She's got the man that holds her all through the day and night as she awaits the man that will be kind enough to hold her through the night.
The man that sees beyond her outward radiance.... to the beauty of her untapped glory. The man that loves her, simply because he wants to. This man she spends her breath
on…is indeed the man her heart leans in to. No greater love has she found, than the one coming from the holder of soul, Jesus.
Or kiss His nail-scarred hands, when these are the hands that reach out to
heal the broken areas in her life?
A woman needs to know that there is a God who can know her darkest, deepest
secrets and still have compassion for her.
What woman would not tremble in the presence of a God who would assume the
task of defending her and stand between her and her assailants?
What woman would not appreciate a God, who becomes an attorney, assumes her
case, requires no fee, and wins her the victory?
What woman would not be awed to know that there is a God who can be
convinced of her guilt and yet insist on her forgiveness?
This is the epitome of love: to know that we are all naked before Him and
yet somehow He, by His grace, stoops down and touches the dirty places in our
lives.
It is recognizing this kind of mercy that causes the woman of the
twenty-first century to fall in love with the God who is called the ‘Ancient of
Days.’
He is older than time itself, and yet He is more relevant than this morning’s
paper.
He is before when or where; He is before this or that.
And yet He is God who is never referred to in the past tense.
He is not the God that was; He is the God that is.
He is the God that is called I Am. I Am what? You ask. He is whatever you
need Him to be, whenever you need Him to be.
I am sorry, and I apologize on behalf of all the men of the world because
none of them can be this but God.
He is the absolute of which the men are just a shadow.
He is the reality of which the men are just a substitute.
The man can hold you through the night, but He can hold you through the
ages.
So when our arms grow weak and weary, we can recommend a God who neither
sleeps nor slumbers.
He can stop the stones that should have been hurled at you.
One word from Him gives you the second chance you need to succeed.
Your husband may be the lover of your body, but He is the lover of your
soul.
Your husband may kiss your lips, but He can kiss the tears from your eyes,
the pain from your memories, the clouds from your skies.
He is the great lover.
He paid the price to bear the name.
He shed the blood that became the evidence, and became the judge of this
world to throw your case out of court.
Because of Him, you are free!
You must be a cunning woman
A cunning woman is a woman who is intelligent enough to know what it is she
needs and who possesses the ability to accomplish the goal she has determined.
The goal is to have an intimate, personal relationship with God.
He then becomes the underground water that replenishes the dry soil and
prepares your ground for the abundant harvest of blessing that is promised through
His Word.
You must pursue him with passion.
You must pursue him with intensity.
I cannot explain it, but there seems to be some depth of worship that the feminine
heart has a tendency to reach but only few men will ever encounter.
It seems that women somehow understand how to lose themselves in the
presence of God in a unique and powerful way.
Once a woman understands that Christ is her goal, she seems able to focus on
Him, allure Him, and entertain Him with a level of praise that is so engrossing
that she is healed by His touch and fulfilled by His Word.
I have seen women who were so impacted by His invisible presence that they were
able to walk away from the presence of others who were far more tangible, but
far less effective.
These women praise the Lord with a romanticism that is so engrossing.
They write Him poetry and sing Him songs.
They dance in His presence.
They raise hands toward Him in the middle of the night.
They walk through the house exchanging thoughts and pleasantries.
They seem almost like little girls sitting in the lap of an aged father
whose touch is so loving.
These women arise from the altar of praise and walk the streets of life with
an inner confidence and an inner knowing that cause them to have a smile for
which no man is responsible.
These are the daughters of Sarah.
In order to be a daughter of Sarah you must be a woman whose relationship
with God is so intense that when you are faced with challenges you refuse to be
intimidated or overwhelmed.
In fact, you resist the temptation to be traumatized by the crises of life.
You choose to walk in the full assurance that the presence of God is there
to walk beside you.
You
breathe the good of life and exhale the bad of life.
And
the process continues without asphyxiation because you have learned that all these
things are but a process, a process that will lead you closer to the presence
of God.
(excerpt from 'The Lady, Her Lover, and Her Lord' ....T.D. Jakes)
I am a spiritual adulterer as I mourn and groan in
the arms of another in sinful lust.
I am frail, Iam fragile, I am weak and I know it.
I am sick, so sick of this kind of life but still I’d
rather be sick than be healed by the Healer.
I’d rather soar high in sin because then the world
would embrace me still.
BUT! Each time I settle for less, the spirit in me asks, “Who
is like He that loves me anyway?”
“Who is He that says I should come as I am?”
He that says that I am His child, as prodigal as I am.
So I rejoice in my weakness. I rejoice in who I am. I
love what I am becoming. Because I know that the Lord is working on me.
I am not there yet, but this is better than where I was before He lit my path.
He is! Yes! He is!
He is working on me!
He is working on me!
My flesh fails me. I am weak….but He loves me
anyway. He lifts me anyway. He tells me He is doing a new thing in me anyway!
He whispers whenever I care to listen.
He gives me insight whenever I care to see.
He says I am His and the spirit He put in me when I
accepted Him is jealous, jealous for me!
He says He is raising a Gideon in me.
My background does not allow me….my sinful nature discourages
me….my fragility in thought and in speech remind me that I am but human.
But still He loves me.
I see many people proclaiming how strong they are.
I see many more speaking of how capable they are.
I see even a whole lot more who trust in themselves
so intently that they claim trust in oneself is all it takes to go up the
stairs of life.
But as for me, I am nothing on my own.
I am nothing without my creator.
I am nothing if He is not everything to me.
I fall, I sin, I even have ungodly thoughts, I got
envy, I have pride, and I hunger and covet for what’s not mine. And that's not even all...
But with Him in me, a new thing is done, a new thing is made!
With Him in me, a whole creation abides!
With Him in me, I stand!
With Him in me I am able to smile, to laugh, to
sing, to write, to dance, to rejoice the loudest in the crowd. To walk in a
grace that transcends my innermost being. To hold and to be held by the potter.
To rest in the shadow of the Almighty because He, I AM, has found in me a worthy
place to lay his Head.
He is all that and so much more to me!
To speak and command authority I shall because it is
Him that is working in me.
So Yes! I am weak, but He that is in me is strong.
He is the ancient of days, if He raised a Gideon
then, He shall raise a Gideon in me now!
Don't brag about your money in front of a Poor Person. Don't brag about your power in front of a Weak Person. Don't brag about your health in front of a Sick Person. Don't brag about your happiness in front of a Sad Person. Don't brag about your love in front of a Person with a Broken Heart. Don't brag about your Father and Mother in front of an Orphan.
