Saturday, December 31, 2011

2012. Do.


2012.
I will be on point like a pen and of course ready to write the vision (Habakkuk 2:2). 
I will be ever so ready for my knees to hit the floor when I embark toward a decision (Mark 1:35).
My feet are strong, ready to walk and run with the Gospel of peace (Romans 10:15).
My hands are ready to lift my heart (psalm 119:48) and my praise to a rock I won't lease (Luke 19:40).
My heart will be set a flame when I consider the words within that Holy book.
May my searches, my hungers, my questions, and my directions; there, never cease to look (Psalm 119:11).
I intend this year to be as bold as a lion (Proverbs 28:1).
To find those weak in heart, lost in soul, and show them the One who can end their sighing (John 3:16).
I am not perfect, but I will aim toward Perfection (Romans 3:23).
Lord, as hard as it is, put my heart under deep inspection (Psalm 139:23).
This year I will please you, unconcerned with the opinion of man (Ephesians 6:7).
Help me, oh God, through every ungodly situation, to stand (Psalm 40:2).
2012, it is the year for the Kingdom minded (Colossians 3:1).
2012, our opposing enemies will be blinded (Psalm 110:1).
This year you cannot stop me from dreaming until my breath is taken away.
I’m going to dream and dream and dream and dream regardless of what the nay sayers say and say (Ephesians 3:20).
More important than the dreams, I am going to DO (James 2:26).
I will do all I can the best I can, Lord, to serve you (Colossians 3:23).
Let it be known: MY FAITH IS NOT DEAD!
I aim to follow through with every word I have said.
Let be known: MY FAITH IS ALIVE!
We will see the power of God’s Kingdom here on earth and watch it thrive.
2012. This is the year for you.
2012. This is the year you, more than you will talk, speculate, or intend, you will do. 

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Unto Us A Child Was Born

He was prophesied about and then he came. 
His whole story, every detail, was to change the world. It'll never be the same. 
He was talked about in ancient texts and then he arrived and the angels did sing. 
This little baby made hell scared knowing salvation He'd bring. 
Satan plotted, conspired, and planned. 
He got the cross ready. He had the gates of hell manned. 
This baby grew and through a sinless life earned the title, "Spotless lamb."
The devil hated who he grew to be and deceived many to believe he was nothing more than a scam.
How wrong they were! Wrong indeed!
It is fact. The baby, this spotless lamb was the King of kings. 
As a baby, he cried pure tears and as a 33 year old man, hanging on the cross, he did the same.
Submitting Himself to death so our souls He could reclaim. 
Hell shook and Heaven rejoiced as Jesus took the keys.
From now on, eternally, we say that name, and all of hell flees. 
A baby no more, but rather a resurrected king. 
A man on a cross no more, but rather our eternal master, who still today, salvation He brings. 
He was born, he lived, he died and he lives again and He has saved us. 
So, I'll say this and hope you understand it in its full meaning, Merry Christmas. 

Saturday, December 10, 2011

No More Funerals For My Faith


The enemy will laugh each time the world gets dressed in black
As they have come together to mourn the works my faith did lack.
The vile one with all of his men will celebrate with mean smirks.
As each day a casket is lowered that reads, "Faith Without Works."
If faith without works is dead, and it is, then faith with works is ALIVE.
To set an end to these funerals for my faith, I believe that I must dive.
Dive, without regret, into action, stripping myself of excuses.
Coming into a full understanding that when I don’t act, the Kingdom of Heaven loses.
We must be the ones that snatch from hell, mend the broken, and feed the poor.
We must, in all of its literal meaning, extend our hands to touch lives, and do nothing but more.
We must tell our selfishness to rest in peace as we watch it die.
There is a true soul problem if it is too close a friend to say goodbye.
We must be like the Kingdom that which we wish to see on earth.
We must take this life we have been given and give it Kingdom worth!
There is no other way to do this except to become a servant.
Have eyes like Christ – be ever so observant.
And when you see the need of hurting people, just do.
Do all you can the best you can and watch God show up too!
Faith with works can change the world. This I do believe.
This is the goal we, as the body of Christ, must aim to achieve.

Works,
Come alive!
Take the depths of my soul and make it thrive.
Make my bones move and make my hands reach.
Let my words heal and let my words teach.
Make these knees bow and make these hands write.
Make this body WORK with all of its might. 

Thursday, November 24, 2011

May I - 2011

Thankful, Lord. Let this me be. 
Open my heart and allow me to see all of the Heaven you have manufactured in me. 
May I always remember your trek toward Calvary.
How you, in your final moments before Hell, thought of me. 
May I never lose my unquenchable love for your Holy Word.
Grant me the wisdom to never make a choice so blatantly absurd.  
May my arms stretch out toward you as I lift my heart with my hands
Thinking of my Dad in heaven that now, with the confidence of a lion, in the throne-room of God he stands.  
May I never forget how you removed the sting of death 
And in a time of tragedy, I was inhaling heaven with every single breath. 
Thankful, Lord. Let this me be as I examine all of my things.
Allow praises to escape these lips as I consider your provision. Of thankfulness my heart sings! 
May my gratefulness ever increase as I watch Roger from cancer be healed.
Allow me to have rightness of heart to know your touch is a covenant promise sealed. 
May I never take for granted the singing of my sister and my nephews.
May it be a sign from Heaven. God is in the details whispering, "I love yous."
May it always be a joy to serve you, Heavenly Father.
Remind me of how your Son served and remind me that I'm your daughter. 
May I never lose my desire to make my parents proud. 
Even when I'm ninety help me remember they are witnesses in that cloud. 
Keep that crooked smile developing on my face
Every time my dogs are incredibly annoying trying simply to get within my embrace. 
May I always hold with love and honor my Pastors and my church.
May I be ever grateful that I am not abandoned and on the search.  
Help me remember, Lord, how blessed I am to have friends that are sold to you.
Ever thankful. Ever so thankful to hold in my heart friendships so true. 
Let me always have that inner joy when I reflect on my cousins and my brother.
How they taught me to be tough and strong never fearing the strength of another. 
May I never forget the child you healed when she was only three.
That child dying with spinal meningitis. May I never forget the story of me! 
Remind me, Oh God, of the precious, Holy blood.
That in our most undeserved moments, it rushes over us like a flood. 
May I never forget what a privilege it is to minister to children.
Remind me everyday that I am in a position to teach, shape, mold, and heal them.May I never lose my zeal to love You.
Remind me always that there is none above You.
Thankful, Lord. Let this me be. 
Thankful ultimately unto the King.
And may that thankfulness reflect in all I say and do.
May my thankfulness bring a beautiful scent to you.
And if I ever begin to stink by the stench of selfishness that causes your people to hurt.
Remind me. Remind me, Lord, how you formed me from the dirt! 
Keep me aware that I am nothing without your power.
And if I begin to think otherwise, reveal to me my weakness that very hour.
I look up and these words I wish to say to the Creator of Heaven, "Thank You with all my heart."
May I never forget where my salvation journey had its start. 
More than anything, God, I want you to know that I love you.
I do, Lord. Above all else, I do.  

Monday, November 14, 2011

In the beginning, Jesus.

In the beginning God created and then later Paul stated that Jesus 
was there. 
All things were made through Him and to Him their praises they declare. 
God speaks and the valleys and peaks listen as He says aloud, "Let us make man look like us."
Then Jesus, you'll walk with them and talk with them. Many things you'll discuss. 
How in the beginning can we see the end? 
Written in Abel's blood was the story of the Son God would send.
As Abraham trudged up the hill to obediently kill his son,
We see the plan that would withstand to break God's heart as the story of redemption had begun. 
And then Melchizedek represented The High Priest, that after His resurrection would encompass us with peace. 
His life told of a story to come that Paul would one day preach hoping to save some. 
The Old Testament tells us of priests that never ceased to offer blood to remove the wrong. 
What a joy to know this was just a shadow of The Priest who would not cease until our sins were gone!
"The heel will be bruised but the head will be crushed."
Death, guilt, and pain would wash away when that red river rushed!
It is true that we find the end where the story had its start. 
Jesus is in Genesis, from day one, pursuing desperately after your heart. 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Tread here no more!

It dripped then it dropped until the ground it hit.
One thing I'm sure of is that it never stopped until the flow reached the pit. 
It hit the pavement and with purpose flowed to the land of the cursed. 
It sunk fast shouting, "All will be reversed!" 
It landed in hell so all knew well that a new day had begun.
Blood and water was released from the royal, guiltless Son. 
It seeped into the ground turning the dirt blood red 
reminding Satan of what in the beginning was said. 
"The heel will be bruised but the head will be crushed."
Death, guilt, and pain washed away as the red river rushed!
Time flipped and the wrath of judgement was lifted. 
In all the world, Heaven and Hell shifted. 
The enemy screamed as he watched the rush of blood.
His authority, his power, and his title was washing away with the flood. 
A thunderous clap resounded from heaven and pierced through his wicked soul.
In that moment, He knew the Father was taking back the keys he stole. 
As the blood dripped from a spotless King,
It was heard in the distance, "Death, where is your sting?"
He died, resurrected, and He lives forevermore. 
His flow ceases to stop. The forgiveness ceases to pour. 
More powerful than a raging sea, this red river is powerful enough for me. 
It surrounds me pleading my case.
The enemy must look through the blood when he looks at me. Behold, God's face!I take the blood and put it above my door.
The spirit of death came, saw, and screamed "She's covered by the Lamb! Tread here no more!" 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Defy Gravity

God, you defied gravity. 
The weight of The King raised on a cross, humiliated for all to see.
God, you defied my science book. 
You died. Then, as you came back to life, all of the power of death you took. 
God, you were politically incorrect.
You wrote a new law in the sand to save the harlot with no impurity to detect. 
God, you put religion to shame.
You died to kill it and prove that the power is in The Name. 
God, you voided out defeat when you refused to let even one bone break. 
Calvary, it was, calvary at stake. 
God, you defied gravity.
The God of Heaven in Hell... How can this be?
God, you defied natural law.
Eternity given through nails in the Lion's paw. 
God, you changed history. 
The Almighty crammed in a body to bleed as red as red can be.
God, you changed this earth.
I glory in your resurrection but oh, Hallelujah! for your birth. 
God, you defied gravity.
You lifted the weight of my sins, my ugly, my sickness, my hell off of me.
If you indeed did this for me
Then I will follow your example and defy gravity. 
The weight of Hell I push aside.
I pull all of Heaven down to, next to me, reside. 

Monday, August 22, 2011

Learning to love.

I'm learning to love which is not always as pretty as it sounds.
I'm learning to set my heart on the things above where truth abounds.
I am trying not to measure life by the amount of money in my pocket.
Not weighing it by the treasures in the chest where I hold the key and lock it.
I'm seeing that success isn't based on a formula of my dreams.
To get, to earn, to obtain. For my achievements to burst at the seams.
It is worthless to measure it on how many eyes are set on me.
Just how many get to see the great things I can be. 
Look. Look. Look. Look what I've done. 
This is where the horrid selfishness begun. 
And selfishness has no place in the presence of compassion. 
It struts arrogance, impatience, and pride in an unattractive fashion. 
Standing next to love, selfish ambition looks a fool.
Evaluating love as the endless, deep ocean and selfishness the pool. 
Love seems to be drawn to the ugly, the mean, and the broken. 
Where there's bitterness and darkness, Love longs to be spoken.
Arrogance is disgusted with these sorts of things. 
It cannot handle the responsibility love, in these situations, brings.  
Love is resting on the porch where behind the door resides hate. 
It awaits, knocking to come in and demonstrate. 
Demonstrate its power to remove all fear.
Show its relentless force to wash every stain clear. 
Its beckoning with that ugly spirit trying to set it free.
It yearns for that broken heart so mended it will be. 
Love is not angry with even the angriest soul.
Love cannot through rudeness, harshness, or mockery grow dull.
Love cuts through selfishness with a sharp, ready knife.
It rips out the ugly and brings a new life. 
Love has penetrated my heart and is removing the ugly. 
It will be a life long process but everyday more heaven will be in me. 
Love is not stuff. Love is people. 
If I can love my brother and sister, then my life can be raised like a steeple. 
So, yes. I am learning. Learning to love. 
Selfishness, I put my hand on your chest and with all my might, shove. 

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Miracle.

Some call it that and some call it this but as for me, it's indescribable with even the greatest writer to assist. 
Some say it is simply a word. A thing with no evidence ever seen or heard.
Some say it is a thing of old. Nothing but ancient stories to be told. 
On the contrary! It is alive and strong in its demonstration.
It sweeps our world in a beautiful illustration. 
Is it perhaps that some can't see?
Could it be there are those that walk among us blindly?
Eyes squinted, jaw clenched they look for a sign.
"This thing should prove itself one good time."
But prove itself it need not do!
It proves itself daily within you.
You can look, look, look and you may never see.
Because the wonder is in you. One. Two. Three.
The Father, The son and The Spirit dwelling in one.
This is the biggest miracle that can ever be done. 
So search, search, search no more. See things in a light you may have never before. 
Look inside you and you may finally see.
The miracle is in you; one. two. three. 



Saturday, June 4, 2011

room.

A year ago today my dad left what we call this earth. 
He traveled at the speed of light to the one who ordained his birth. 
June 4, 2010 the angels took him on the most talked about, mysterious tour.
He started a life in Heaven where Revelation 7:7 says there are 'Tears no more!'
He now sees the same glory as the angels in Isaiah 6:3.
He has found himself among those shouting, "Holy is He!" 
I know he is now experiencing the 'fullness of joy' described in Psalm 16:11.
This truth moves me to the core of my being... My dad is in Heaven! 
Hebrews 13:14 calls it our city to come.
We will go back to the place we originally came from. 
In Acts 6:55, Stephen looked up and saw the glory.
I declare that "Up" is our ultimate story. 
My dad has gone up where Revelation 22:3 says there is no allowance for the curse.
Regrets and guilt have no stage, no platform to rehearse. 
He has gone to that place that Revelation 5:9 says there is room for every tribe. 
He stands on Holy ground where there's no pain, no sorrow, no hate, no racism... Who can describe?! 
He gets to eat from the tree God made for you and me. 
Revelation 2:7 says this tree of life is our eternity. 
He is surrounded by what Job 3:17 calls our rest. 
We have heard the word many times, but I can only imagine that level of 'blessed.'
He is in what 1 Kings 8:30 calls God's dwelling place.
What a beautiful thought! Being in a land where the children can touch the King's face. 
My dad is in a city that was not constructed my man.
This city was formed and shaped by The Almighty God's hand. According to Luke 20:36, he is in The Kingdom of no more death.
In this city, there is an intake of life with every single breath. 
No greater portrait of LOVE can I see than a God painting a home, a life, an existence, a city, a kingdom - an eternity for you and me.
My dad discovered a year ago that Jesus had prepared a place in Heaven for him to live. 
This is the most incredible, indescribable gift that Jesus can give.
And I know this is a true as John 14:2.
The Almighty Father in Heaven has prepared a room for you too. 















Imagine with me your home to be.
Can you see all that I see? 

Monday, April 11, 2011

The Jealous Blood


This blood is a river that knows no age and it knows no race.
This blood is unconcerned with the color displayed on the skin attached to your face.
Regardless, it will crash into you and hold you down.
This red river will rush and your sin, your filth, your shame cannot make one sound.
For when they take a breath to scream of your stains,
the rush of red washes you white until none of it remains.
This force does not take into account the strength displayed in your exterior.
Whether weak or strong, it will surround you and, in its current, pull you nearer.
It sees no sin or sickness in you.
But in its rushing might, it blindly snatches sin and sickness leaving only the new.
The blood has a furiously passionate voice that is shouting only one line.
It cries out loudly with an “I LOVE YOU” that every one person can say, “That love is mine.”
This blood is in no way subject to time.
It is past, present and future – the long and short hand cannot control it with their powers combined.
This strength makes itself unaware of every fault you hold in your heart.
Moving in a graceful force is rinses you clean in every part.
It purposely ignores the blemishes that are screaming out.
It collapses into them with such an indestructible authority that they can’t remember what they were screaming about.
There is so much that it on purpose does not know.
This purposeful lack of knowledge keeps any hindrance from the flow.
What it does know is that it is ragingly jealous for your soul.
Jealously in love, yes, and runs with one ultimate goal.
To wash you clean in a blood red shower.
Turn you white with inconceivable power.
This blood ripped free from the skin of an innocent man.
A man that chose to experience the fury of The Almighty God’s hand.
This blood dripped from His body so many years ago.
But there is a truth within it that every man should know.
This blood does not operate by our natural ways.
It does not get weary, old and faint or come close to the end of its days.
On the contrary, this raging red river, from what I have known, only gets stronger.
Its endurance, perseverance and insistence only lasts longer.
It gets stronger and stronger with every second of every hour.
What keeps it going is you and its desire to wash you in its power.
You are the source that keeps this blood alive.
So my challenge to you today is. Dive. 
Dive into the red that beckons you with force.
Dive into this blood and hold not one ounce, not one moment, not one thought of remorse. 

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Dallas Drive

It's so crazy to see the seasons change these trees.
There must be a Director. I'm breathless as the ground meets my knees.
From green to gray and back to green again.
Reminds me of His timeline. Lived. Died. Then, the tomb couldn't hold Him in.
I'm convinced that creation reads the Creator's story like a book.
It's yelling about the existence of The Majestic with every look.
The bare branches remember those three cold days when we thought we were alone.
The rose explains the beauty of the most painful death ever known.
A dim gray comes and hovers in the sky.
Painting a portrait of the heartache our Father experienced when He watched His Son die. 
The colors fade quickly as the cold air sucks it away from the coast.
It remembers how Jesus took His last breath and gave up the ghost.
It remains this way but for a short period of time.
Then, as promised, it comes back. And brighter than before, it shines.
It screams reminding that Jesus did not die like the average man.
He died with the power of resurrection in His hand.
His body went cold only to burn again like a violently in love sun.
Creation remembers how this all begun.
It recalls the agreement between a Son and His Father.
An agreement signed in blood to save every son and every daughter.
The overcast sky clears as the sun penetrates through. The green returns with pride as the flowers bloom.
The bare trees are clothed again.
They remember how naked a sinner is without Him.
So, let the seasons change these trees.
Notice the Director and let the ground meet your knees.
Watch it go from green to gray and back to green again.
Smile as you are told the story of how the tomb could not hold Him in.  

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Make Life.

Raise your voice and sing out of tune.
Go outside and throw a piece of your heart at the moon.
Nod your head and tap your foot when a song comes on.
Quit being bashful when you get the chance to sing along!
Talk to God and believe your face shines before Him brighter than the stars.
Write a note and tie it to a balloon and know the message will go beyond mars. 
Give somebody a card for no reason.
Give it everything you've got even if you feel like it's not your season.
Pet your puppy behind the ears and buy them a treat.
Try to give a piece of your heart to every person you meet. 
Close your eyes and tell Heaven, "Hi."
Let someone be mean. Smile at them and pass them by.
Text someone and tell them you love that they exist.
Stop. Look at the sun, the sky, the creation and say, "Can't no other god do this!"
Take someone out and pay for their lunch.
Listen a lot.  Compliment them a bunch. 
Find someone who is in need
and even though you don't have it perfect, refuse greed.

Wave at people when they pass you on a walk or riding their bike.
Get over your biggest fear. Get on the stage and take the mic.

Bake someone cookies just because you can.
Go outside and pick a flower simply to place it someone else's hand. 
Write someone a letter and send it in the mail.
Act like Jesus and make the devil suffer in Hell. 
Put a gift in a bag and hang it on someone's doorknob.
Create a unique piece out of something that was once nothing but a blob.
Smile at every child you ever meet.
Make a masterpiece out of a blank sheet.
Laugh more than you cry.
Do more than you ask why.
Shout more than you yell.
Listen more than you tell.
Smile more than you frown.
Look up more than you look down.
Climb a mountain or a dirt pile at the end of the street.
Don't be such a girl! Get mud on your feet!
Dip your hands in paint and splash it across the planet.
Make this place so colorful, our enemies can't stand it.
Buy something for someone and leave it out for them to find when they wake up.
Don't be so predictable. SHAKE UP!
In a nutshell...
DON'T LET LIFE MAKE YOU. MAKE LIFE.