Waiting for the day, The Buddha.
I had this kind of day. The kind where it rains, where I have just the right amount of good coffee, where I feel really good about myself, where all of my genders mesh perfectly, where my friends and I shower each other with love, where I get enough to eat, where I’m cared for by my paramour, where I’m held gently aloft by the Universe. God is not separate from the world, Ze is in it. Every little particle, every facet of it, is filled with Zir presence and love and perfection. I’m so blessed, I’m so happy, I’m so relieved today. Because it’s been a big first re-step, knowing that God is there, and that Ze is the purest, truest love, even more so than I once believed. I still don’t know who Ze is other than that, but for now, that’s more than enough. The world is broken and messy and horrible sometimes, but it’s still good. It’s still full of good, and it will never not be. Everything wraps around itself to come back to the start, where peace exists, where love is limitless, where all is purely good and lovely in infinitely diverse ways.
I want to actually use this blog again. I hope I can. I hope I can receive and commune with the lifeforce of God the way I used to, or even more so. My heart is finally happy today.
"If God is preparing you to make an impact on this world for His kingdom, chances are He will take you though a season of solitude. This is a season when you learn that you can’t lean upon anyone but Him for your confidence and when you gain the strength to stand alone even when no one stands with you."
(via living-ark)
I hear voices in the distance, but my heart is in resistance trying to discern and learn the heart of the One for whom my heart burns; Raging against lies of the enemy, claiming darkness, the greater reality… but there’s something bigger than you and me, bigger than what I can see; A city on a hill calling life to those who follow, healing and wholeness for those in sorrow. Who holds the stars in His hand, built His temple in mortal man, calls dry bones to rise and stand? In the beginning was the Word, the Word became flesh, darkness in history, that’s the rest… Who is like the Lord, who shows unfailing love to the undeserving? Holy God in humbleness serving those who marked and crucified him! Dead, buried, rising again and us with Him, seated with Him in heavenly places, higher than these earthly spaces, it is finished: Your ransom paid, foundation laid, new hope, new life, it’s a brand new day.
(via allons-y-mudda-fugga)
Oh, love. You have let them limit you. They have narrowed your field of vision, tightened the scope through which you see Me. Though you have learned much from them, though they bring you both good and cruel will, they have prevented you from making your own discoveries about Me, from letting Me light up your eyes like a pair of fiery suns. I may be a soft, distant star in some respects, but do not ignore My brightness, My brilliance, My beauty, for these reflect in you, and this I have created you for, and I delight in you for it. So long as I take joy in your loveliness, and I always shall, you too must find delight in yourself, as you are My creation, beautifully made in My image. Let no outside source, not even the lies snuck into your own soul, convince you otherwise. Merely bare the glory I have given you for all to see, in your heart and spirit and outwardness and aura, so that the world may delight in you as I do. I will protect you, dearest, for I love you beyond measure, and I have set your gorgeous heart free.
oh <3
09.24.2011
I gave it to you. Now give it back to Me.
I know what I’m doing, love. It’s okay.
mkay. :*
09.08.2011
I should always, ALWAYS be expecting wondrous, extravagant, mind-blowing things from my God. Because whether I’m aware of it or not, those are the kinds of things He’s always doing. As magnificent as my Father is, of COURSE He’s going to be moving in my life like the conductor of a symphony orchestra. He is so beautiful. He is so good. I am so blessed, and ready or not, I’m excited for everything He has prepared for me.
09.03.2011
You know you have to stay in touch with Me before you can make any music, right? It’s not a matter of permission, it’s a matter of possibility.
I know. Keep me with You. Make me the instrument to blast the song of Your love from every corner of the universe. Forgive me when I forget. You have blessed me with wings, You are my One True Love.
You make Me so happy.
Deathjazz.
It’s the swing in your hips and the skip in your step. It’s the tap of your toes and the swagger in your walk as you glide through a poorly starlit graveyard. It’s grinning real wide like you know you’re gonna die someday but you’re happy and you don’t care. It’s improvising in every sense of the word, playing with shadows and light, shuffling along the darkness, spelunking in clashing nuances. It’s the grooviest of walking bass lines; dissonant, minor saxophones; the whine of muted trumpets; noisy, dirty guitar chords; creepy old pianos; sneaky, eerie drums; crooning, snarling voices in the night. It’s charming but raggedy, both fierce and subtle, simple yet sophisticated. It’s a black alley cat, a scuffed leather boot, carefree laughter in a dimly candlelit bar. It’s mysteriously familiar, like deja vu. It’s gloomy and lively and spooky and merry all rolled into one. It’s the songs you hum to yourself to keep you company when you walk alone in the night, when the dark wraps itself around you like a velvet blanket.
08.21.2011
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