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The end of winter is passing and I enjoyed the fresh blooms beginning to emerge for flowers with an eye upon newly budding tree limbs. Standing underneath one of them I could hear an anticipation of what is to come; a bursting forth in newness and beauty.

Looking over the city I love, my heart felt desire to share the passion burning within. An hour is upon us for real change. I soaked in my surroundings. I wanted to be reminded of those who had stood here before me through the years. The pioneers who had plowed this ground from the very first day they came to be here. The harvest belongs to them as well.  How I longed for my eyes to be open to the great cloud of witnesses who have been waiting for this time.

Amo 9:13  (NKJV) “Behold, the days are coming,” says the LORD, “When the plowman shall overtake the reaper, And the treader of grapes him who sows seed; The mountains shall drip with sweet wine, And all the hills shall flow with it.

Amo 9:13  (Message) “Yes indeed, it won’t be long now.” GOD’s Decree. “Things are going to happen so fast your head will swim, one thing fast on the heels of the other. You won’t be able to keep up. Everything will be happening at once–and everywhere you look, blessings! Blessings like wine pouring off the mountains and hills.

It’s a fascinating study to look at our feelings and especially the variety of expression for them. That famous melancholic song from long ago, “feelings, nothing more than feelings” is almost ironic in its chorus. Every art form upon the planet is nothing less than an outward interpretation of our very “feelings” or emotional make up.

Considering we were made in the image of our heavenly Father, I am intrigued by the variety of declarations for what we can feel. I think we are missing something huge in this aspect. Do we want to know God’s emotions? Do we want to know His creativity? Do we want to know His depth? Do we want to know His love? Rather than just read about Him, how about we open our eyes and see Him all around us?

Every person you will ever meet was created in the image of….

Gen 1:27  So God created man in his own image…

“I’m just a soul whose intentions are good, Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood” *

I like to listen to this now and again because it rings true within my heart. I never want to hurt others with my actions or my words but let’s face it, the only way to avoid misunderstandings is to drop out of society altogether. When a misunderstanding occurs, my resolve is to get out from under it as fast as possible by apologizing quickly anywhere I may have stumbled.

This is the place where things can get interesting. In a society where “I’m sorry” doesn’t really mean much, I have to search my heart to make sure I mean it. My language has to be more than words, because I know who is looking deep within, and His gaze is ever upon me. This is where my apology matters. Whether or not the one I speak it to accepts, my concern is more about my heart being sure of what I say.

* The Animals

It’s a stunning view when you see cloud cover hide an entire mountain top, leaving only the lower hill area exposed so you understand the size of what you are looking at. When I watched this from a distance I was wondering what it might feel like to be on that mountain this day. To walk in it’s midst. I was fascinated to watch the cloud lift and expose the top to my sight…….I long to have my face in the cloud.

I am finding to dream my own dreams leaves me less than satisfied. My imagination is limited by defined experiences or visions planted by others. I want to own the dreams of a child once more. That time when there was no definition to possibilities because I hadn’t yet been taught of the world.

I had a glimpse of those dreams a few days ago. I stuck a coin to a wall wanting to see it stay there…and it did….until I remembered how I had learned it shouldn’t.

Time to close my eyes to all I know and imagine the possibilities of all “I don’t yet know”. That’s where I will find how to dream without definition once more.

Fear has a way of coming at you when distractions are at their max. When you have so much going on you wonder just what it’s going to take to accomplish the tasks. Fear brings its nasty little cousins too, namely anxiety and worry. For me it was time to do some math.

The sum of all my fears versus the sum of God’s promises. It was a no brainer….His perfect love indeed casts out all my fears

Alarms have been going off in our house for a couple months; odd times and different systems, no rhyme and no reason. These things can get my attention so I took note of it enough to ask questions and wait for a response.

I heard a response loud and clear yesterday. I was supposed to find a specific song. I was familiar with it because I like to listen to the artist. This time I was meant to do more than sing this song, I was meant to hear it.

I am not the only one who should hear it….

Sound the alarm

Gather the people

Gather the elders

Let the ministers wail

Take back the years that the enemy’s stolen

Lord you are coming with a holy visitation

We return to you fasting and weeping and mourning

Oh My Lord you’re returning

We lie here weeping between porch and altar

Pour out your spirit on your sons and your daughters

We lie here weeping between porch and altar

Pour out your spirit on your sons and your daughters

Send the alarm

Awaken the watchmen

Open their ears let their voices be loud

We prophesy You’ll come to this nation

We prophesy You’ll touch this generation with a holy visitation

We dance, we shout, we lift up our voices

Let your kingdom come down

I was made for war

I was made for battle Lord*

(* Holy Visitation, by Rita Springer)

A smoke plume came from a thick stand of eucalyptus trees. It was raining steadily. I turned my car toward the distant plume and parked at the end of an alcove. I was fascinated…..a fire burning in the rain…I could only watch it for a few minutes but my heart felt energized.

A fire is coming, one that will not be quenched by nature in any form…let it burn!

I was wary and he treaded lightly.

I suspected and he came without blame.

I hurt and he cried for me

I couldn’t find peace and he played a song

I am different because He loved me

One of the most famous bands of our era came at us with a song that appealed to the longing of our hearts….that we were not alone.

I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don’t believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone in being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home*

By definition SOS are also the letters represented by the Morse Code signal used as an international distress signal; a call or signal for help.

Over 2000 plus years ago a song of songs was written about love; a message of love. The song is called Song of Solomon.

Interesting coincidence of an acronym or is it the very message to the world we’ve been looking for?

Son 2:4b  ….and his banner over me was love

* The Police – Message In A Bottle