Tired, I lay down to rest. In the place of my dreams I begin to think upon my job and the visions begin. A time clock is preeminent and I notice others are really paying attention to my time stamps; when I clock in and when I clock out. They want to control my time. They begin to do audits of my time hoping to get me fired. I am not worried; I know I am always working. I am good friends with the Boss!
I am the simple
I am the free
Because I am simple
I can be me
We who receive Jesus become tuning forks of the Lord. He strikes our hearts with His overwhelming love and we sense His vibrations. Becoming one in spirit and truth, we extend our arms upward in praise. We sing our heart songs to the Lord. It is here in the place of worship where we begin to vibrate in our perfect pitch.
Joh 4:23 But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him.
(Wikipedia defines a tuning fork as an acoustic resonator in the form of a two-pronged fork with the prongs (tines) formed from a U-shaped bar of elastic metal (usually steel). It resonates at a specific constant pitch when set vibrating by striking it against a surface or with an object, and emits a pure musical tone after waiting a moment to allow some high overtones to die out. The pitch that a particular tuning fork generates depends on the length of the two prongs. Its main use is as a standard pitch to tune other musical instruments.)
One of the women serving came to our table to open a bottle of wine. She wore a tag and I asked about her name. To my surprise she had actually researched it. For the next several minutes I heard the history of what she had found. Translated it meant wandering leper. Moving on to the next table she parted with sarcasm about how unpleasant that was in a name. Outwardly, I restrained myself in discipline not to interrupt her job. Inwardly, I was seeing her potential. I said a quiet prayer asking for her to be the “one”.
Luk 17:12-19 (MSG) As he entered a village, ten men, all lepers, met him. They kept their distance but raised their voices, calling out, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!” Taking a good look at them, he said, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” They went, and while still on their way, became clean. One of them, when he realized that he was healed, turned around and came back, shouting his gratitude, glorifying God. He kneeled at Jesus’ feet, so grateful. He couldn’t thank him enough–and he was a Samaritan. Jesus said, “Were not ten healed? Where are the nine? Can none be found to come back and give glory to God except this outsider?” Then he said to him, “Get up. On your way. Your faith has healed and saved you.”
To have purpose is defined as having reason for which you exist. With a resolved demeanor I once more look at my life. My mind shoots off in a dozen directions for what might be purpose. Each seem worthy by the standards of wise men, but mere men aren’t wise enough.
One word comes into focus…translucent. Translucent by definition is permitting light to pass through, becoming easily understandable, clear and transparent. As my flesh fades away, I become more purposed to be translucent.
Eph 5:8 You used to be like people living in the dark, but now you are people of the light because you belong to the Lord. So act like people of the light
Silence, my friend
You comfort me
You teach me to wait
Silence, my foe
You bring me insecurity
You teach me to wait
Both friend and foe
Temper your work in me
I learn to wait
Jas 1:4 But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing
Today I was “here” and tomorrow I may be “there“. The possibilities are endless when I allow myself to believe in the more we are promised.
When I was younger I was introduced to science fiction novels by Frank Herbert and others. With their imagination, I too was taken to other worlds, saw stars and walked planets all with mere words on a page. Those words were fiction. With renewed eyes I focus upon words of truth.
Act 8:39-40 When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord snatched Philip away. The eunuch never saw him again but went on his way rejoicing. Meanwhile, Philip found himself farther north at the town of Azotus. He preached the Good News there and in every town along the way until he came to Caesarea.
Heb 11:5 It was by faith that Enoch was taken up to heaven without dying-“he disappeared, because God took him.” For before he was taken up, he was known as a person who pleased God.
2Ki 2:11 Elijah and Elisha were walking along and talking, when suddenly there appeared between them a flaming chariot pulled by fiery horses. Right away, a strong wind took Elijah up into heaven.
My eyes have seen discouragement. Each time I see its form, I feel a steel rod being placed within me, added strength for my weak condition. Denial is not truth so I take in the details of what is before me. As I look at the now, trust grows my heart for the future. I lean on strength to keep praying into possibilities and promises.
2Co 4:18 (CEV) Things that are seen don’t last forever, but things that are not seen are eternal. That’s why we keep our minds on the things that cannot be seen
She touched me and electricity began to flow through my whole body. I stood still not saying a word. I had no explanation and knew none would be offered. My mind began to empty of “self”. I could feel the heat again and so I waited. Eventually words flowed into me, filling me again. My earthen vessel carried a treasure I could not store for myself alone to enjoy. I had to give it away to keep it.
An apple lay beside the orange in the tray upon the table. The apple was red and delicious awaiting its moment to delight. As the apple waited, he could feel the skin of the bright and luscious orange beside him. He admired both the new color and texture so different from his own.
For a moment the apple desired to be something different, something other than what he was. The orange spoke a secret to him in that moment, “I love who you are, don’t ever change.” The apple looked at himself once again, realizing the beauty of red.