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Wheat fields in Egypt

Not long ago I dreamed I was walking through a huge field. It seemed to go on for as far as the eye could see. It was at night, but the full moon was so brilliant and so huge, it took up much of the sky so that it seemed to be as bright as day.

Full moon over the ripe wheat fields

I was walking within the field of ripe wheat, my hand stroking the tops of the kernels. In my mind I knew that tomorrow the combines would come and harvest all the ripened wheat. The stars above me were so brilliant, the sight of them took my breath away. They seemed unusually close to earth.

Passing through the field, I came to a dirt road where a large white van was parked, the side door opened. I climbed in, closed the door, all the while my eyes never left the white field of grain.

Why didn’t I take a few stalks of wheat with me? I thought as we pulled away from the field. I could have kept some with me as a reminder of this place.

Upon awakening, I immediately thought of the symbolism in my dream. I considered their significance. I also felt God was showing me the harvest fields of the Middle East that were on my heart, particularly Egypt. It seems when God puts a nation – or nations – on your heart, He will make sure that you receive all you need to fulfill His purposes.

Egypt is certainly on the verge of an incredible harvest, even in the midst of their storm.

We believe this harvest will affect the whole of the region and we are privileged to be engaged in this process.

In addition, we have been engaged with the people of South Sudan for several years now, beginning in Israel when refugees began to flood in. Since the birth of the Republic of South Sudan recently, God is highlighting this nation with its potential in the whole of Africa as well as the coming harvest.

African Wheat Harvest

Whenever God highlights a nation, I believe it is always an invitation for us to be engaged with God’s purposes.

Ron’s Vision

At breakfast, I began to describe my dream to Ron. Then he relayed to me what happened as he awakened just that morning. He had a vision of a ripe wheat field that was completely white – ready for harvesting! Because he grew up in Wichita, he recognized a ripened wheat field.

Ready for Harvest

We both sat there stunned at the realization that God had given us the very same image within a few hours of each other. This was truly significant, and God had our full attention!

Green Light: GO!

I like what Graham Cooke says: “You have a green light from God, unless He gives you a red light!” In other words, permission has been granted to you, unless you hear otherwise.

In regards to the nations of the world, Jesus already gave us a green light.

Anything other than a fully engaged response to this mandate is an excuse!

I read a blog entry this week by David Sitton that really arrested my attention in regards to our partnering with God’s purposes in the nations.

I was never called to be [a Christian worker in a foreign land], nor was I drafted. I volunteered. No special call was needed. I chose to go; I wanted to go; I was compelled to go. And where I go is always determined by an open Bible and a stretched-out map of the regions where Christ is still unknown and un-praised!

I chuckle when I hear [foreign Christian workers] and pastors talk about “surrendering to the call” of ministry. I always want to ask, “After you surrendered, were you water-boarded, or just hauled off in handcuffs and leg irons?” Was it really necessary for you to be abducted by a heavenly vision before you would go into the work of the gospel?

The [foreign Christian worker] call is not like a prison dog that tracks us down, sniffs us out, and hog-ties us for the nations. That is silly-talk and really bad theology. Nowhere in Scripture is a mysterious (supernatural) call a prerequisite before we can respond to the Great Commission. The opposite is actually true.

No aspect of mission is more bogged down with extra-biblical baggage than the “…call.”  The clear command of Christ “to go” should be, by itself, sufficient to set you on your way “into all the world . . . proclaiming the gospel to the whole creation” (Mark 16:15). You can’t go wrong by trying to go. Trust the Lord to direct your moving feet . . . If you have it in your heart to go, then go. Then, lean on the sovereignty of God to get you where he wants you in the harvest. Don’t worry about “running ahead of God.” You aren’t that quick! (Read full article. Note: David Sitton is the founder and president of To Every Tribe Ministries.)

The Wheat fields in Ethiopia

What’s Your Nation?

God has put a nation (or a people) on your heart . . . I know He has because He wants to love people through you. Perhaps you are unable to go to that nation, but, if you ask Him, God will bring the peoples of that nation to you!  And, with technology today, you can easily plug in and find the peoples on your heart! God will do this for you in surprising ways, but you have to go after it.

I’ve learned that when you are intentional about following through with what God shows you, you can expect to see Him answer supernaturally.

Yesterday I was considering that everything in my life given to me by God is for this intent and purpose: The Harvest. God has provided every possible thing I could need to be succesful in this task that He is passionate about. And Jesus set the example:

“Then Jesus went to all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and every sickness” (Matt 9:35).

Jesus’ whole message was about good news; He didn’t frame God’s intentions to Israel with a description of how undeserving they were. Rather, He gave them the good news of the kingdom, and then demonstrated it by healing everyone of their disease and sickness. The kingdom of Heaven had just showed up to displace the enemy’s kingdom of darkness and suffering. That’s our message too: The Good news of the kingdom of God, and healing the sick and oppressed.

“When He saw the crowds, He felt compassion for them, because they were weary and worn out, like sheep without a shepherd” (vs 36, 27)

Jesus was compelled to displace their sadness and misery with joy and healing from His kingdom.  Satan had worn them down long enough.  When Jesus showed up that day, he didn’t wonder if God wanted to heal anybody! It was his mission to destroy the works of the enemy. He demonstrated how to lead like a Good Shepherd: Lovingly care for the sheep by anointing them with healing oil, and lead gently them to eat to their satisfaction.

“Then He said to His disciples, ‘The harvest is abundant, but the workers are few. Therefore, pray to the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest'” (vs 37, 38).

In other words, the fields are white, boys! Let’s go! Come on . . . Get out the combines . . . put on your work clothes! Gather the volunteers, hire some workers to get this harvest in! And, pray to the Lord of the Harvest to send out the workers into the hot, dry fields to finish this work!

Lord of the Harvest: Send out workers into Your harvest! Fill them with your compassion!

Then pray this prayer:

Here I am!! Why don’t you send me?

Compelled by Passion!

I volunteered to go to the nations and serve in the harvest over 40 years ago. My service has led me to many, many nations and people groups. Over the years, I became much more motivated by a deep compassion and love for people of all nations, tribes, and languages. Today, I have to say that I am compelled by Jesus’ passion to mine the fields for the treasures that are His inheritance alone. I long to see people love Him passionately and exclusively with all of their mind, heart, strength, and soul.

My passion is to create an environment where His presence and healing are manifested.

When I see the fire in His eyes, I want to embrace someone with that  love. There is no valid excuse not to go when you have a fresh revelation of who He really is.

Unless I see a red light, my bags are packed, my passport is current, and I am volunteering to harvest the next ripe field.

Children From Bethel Church, Redding California, praying for the nations.

A beautiful song called “Serving You.”

http://youtu.be/gZoEnrIelIM

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Birthday Surprise


Three months previous to my 18th birthday, I had a life-changing encounter with God.

Senior High School

It really turned my world upside down and immediately altered what I would do with the rest of my life.

Jesus Freaks

Jesus People Movement 1970

This was the Jesus People Movement, 1970, and God was sweeping through young people my age on every school campus and church denomination around the world. It resulted in a remnant of radicals that changed the course of history in many ways. It didn’t seem to matter what church you were going to during those days, because the fire of God was after the hearts of the next generation . . . specifically, my generation. At the age of 17, I was looking to experience God in a supernatural way, as were most of my peers. The drug culture of the 60s had set the stage for God’s answer to young people searching for life significance and spiritual experiences with a real encounter with Him.

For three months now, I had been enjoying such a newness in my walk with God, and each day was better than the one previous. I was seeking out “Jesus Freaks” everywhere they gathered, and it was not within the walls of the established churches! Sadly, long-haired Jesus Freaks were just not welcomed there in many cases! So, the Jesus People (as they were called) set up coffee shops, gathered on the beaches of southern California, and booked the Hollywood Palladium for Sunday “concerts.”  Though I was regularly attending my Catholic church on Sundays, and a Baptist Church on Wednesday nights, these other places became my extended local church body from which came a whole new inspiration. One of my favorite publications at the time, targeting Jesus Freaks especially, was the Hollywood Free Paper. Looking back I realized that what we really wanted was to get back to grass roots Christianity – you know, doing it like Jesus did. There was a strong belief in the supernatural ways of God in those days, with a simple faith in The Bible, miracles, healing, and prayer. We, the revolutionary new church, clearly wanted to get back to basics, very much like the radical revolutionary Hippie Movement we were birthed from. We were emerging whether or not society was ready for us.

I feel we are at that place once again . . . don’t you? May we never settle for the status quo, but rather, desire to press onwards and upwards in God.

Back to Basics

The Bible was my companion everywhere I went. I was convinced the world would not be around another ten years and felt it was my personal mission to warn everyone I met that Jesus was coming very soon! They must get ready!! I had many convincing signs, arguments, and a backpack full of Chick tracts, to be sure!  I was singing “I wish we’d all been ready” right along with Larry Norman.

I had joined the Jesus Freaks as a radical and could be seen any day of the week at a local beach joining in a baptism of scores of long hairs! We often took communion together there on the beach with a loaf of unsliced bread and a bottle of grape juice . . . just like Jesus did it. It was heaven on earth, as far as we were concerned.

A Costa Mesa California Calvary Chapel Baptism where I used to go

Jesus People Music

With each move of God in history came a unique musical expression. The Jesus Movement was marked with taking modern rock music to another level in praise and worship of Jesus. Like Larry Norman used to belt out, “Why should the devil have all the good music?”

Because music has always been such an important part of my life, I was happy that God was raising up worship leaders, songwriters, and musicians to write the music that would express the hearts of those of coming into the Kingdom outside of the walls of the organized church. And, He is still doing that! I love the new music as well.

Not long ago I came across this video that showed two generations attempting to come together. Kathryn Kuhlman, representing the mothers and fathers of her generation from the move of God of 1948, invited leaders from the present Jesus Movement so she could experience their worship and testimonies first hand. In this clip, the leader of the music group Love Song shares his testimony and then they sing one of the first songs they wrote.

My 18th Birthday

I believe the Holy Spirit loves an opportunity for a celebration! His personality is all joy, and He had a surprise birthday gift for me on this big occasion that I had no clue was coming.

The weekend custom of my group of friends was to pile in someone’s VW Van and head off to a Jesus concert being held somewhere. This particular weekend was my 18th birthday and the concert was being held at the Hollywood Palladium with a lineup of our favorite Christian groups: Love Song, Larry Norman, Randy Stonehill, Barry McGuire, and others.

We headed off that evening with a mixed group of Catholics, Baptists, non-believers packed in the van – all friends – excited to be together for my birthday celebration, and ready for another God-adventure.

Hollywood Freeway God-Encounter

I don’t remember how it began, but we were soon all singing a familiar song, worshiping the Lord as the Van drove 65-miles an hour down the LA freeway. Someone began to sing “Amazing Grace,” and there we all were – eyes closed, hands lifted up in praise of salvation through Jesus.

At some point we finished singing all the verses to that song, and we then began to sing a “new song” to the Lord with the melody of Amazing Grace. I was really enjoying this free expression of worship to the Lord and found myself transported into God’s Presence as I continued to pour out my heart of love to Him in my song. By now, I am not even aware of anyone else in the car.

With an ease of water flowing down a hill, I began to sing to the Lord in a heavenly language and felt myself slip into a deep place of worship. At this point, I was before the Presence of God Himself and He was speaking things to my heart that were so deep – and healing. All around me, I began to hear others also singing to the Lord in a heavenly language, and there was now much joy, and laughing, and excitement as God’s presence washed over us in that old VW van. I was experiencing a personal expression of God’s deep love and peace in a way I had never known before. It was like He was drawing me very near to His Heart in an embrace . . . a sweet kiss from Heaven  . . . and it felt really good to be loved in such a way.

In this moment, I felt like all the pain of my life thus far had been drawing me to this one meeting place on my 18th birthday. The Holy Spirit was celebrating my life tonight and giving me a revelation of my eternal place in the heart of Father.

I belonged here.

I have been adopted by God Himself  . . . into His family;

His name was my now my name.

My Father created me . . . I was never abandoned or rejected.

In this moment, I saw that I had always belonged to God Himself, and He had reestablished the value of my life. Out of His love for me, He had actually placed me in the care of all the adults of my life, including the caretakers at 13-different foster homes where I had lived and experienced abuse. (It was a sobering moment when God showed me years later that one day, each one of those adults would stand before Him to give an account of the God-opportunity to love a needy child. I prayed for mercy upon them.)

There would never be any question to whom I belonged from here on. The Holy Spirit had sealed the deal on this my 18th birthday. With His manifest presence came proof of His ownership.

I have no idea how long I was in this place with the Father on the Hollywood Freeway, communing through the Holy Spirit. I only remember that we had finally arrived at our destination and my friends were trying to get me out of the car! But, I never wanted to leave this place of God’s Presence . . . not ever!! I resisted for quite some time, but finally went in to the concert with them.

This was the most glorious birthday celebration I have ever had . . . just to think that God would manifest Himself to me in such a powerful way. This night — my 18th birthday — actually became my default line.

This year, on my birthday, I will be remembering 40 years ago when the Holy Spirit came to celebrate my life with me. He still does . . .

Heaven's Ecstasy

Ode to the Holy Spirit (written 2009)

Shimmering bursts of Color

Transparent and dazzling

Movements of Light

You draw near.

Spirit of Jesus

I feel Your warmth –

Living Words of Comfort,

A Passionate kiss of Mercy and Truth,

Waves of Love  –

Announcing Your Presence . . .

Your eternal Friendship.

I welcome You

Holy Spirit . . .

Come live with me here.

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Not long ago, as I was praying, I received this . . . and I’m sharing it here because I believe it is for you!

This will be an extra-ordinary year for you.

Photo: Peter McIntosh

Those things you have longed to resolve will be settled as God is making the way for you.

Your heart is being established and liberated from issues that help you captive from long ago.

This is the year – an inheritance year – where the Father’s blessing of your portion will be realized.

No longer will you look in the past — those things that had set the standard for your pattern of life — because the momentum of the days ahead will preoccupy you in such a way that God’s will be your only standard, your only vision. He is establishing new patterns in your mind, your heart, body, and emotions that will carry you into His purposes. Together you are forging new paths that are unrelated to anything in your past.

You’ve only experienced small puddles of His Presence thus far, but He’s about to lay you down to rest in Him as you are carried along in the river-rapids of His love.

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It Happened One Christmas: My Story


The Last Christmas at Home

The first recollection of Christmas as a child was when I was about 4½. My brother Michael was 18 months younger and my sister Janis was a baby.

We were in a darkened bedroom with the shades drawn, jumping on the beds, waiting, waiting, waiting for the door to finally open. After what seemed like forever, the hall light burst through the opened door of the bedroom and we ran out squealing into the living room to view the beautifully decorated and lighted Christmas tree.

Opening our gifts with Mother Rose

Presents with our names on them were scattered around. I remember the warm feeling and joy of being with my brother, sister, Mother Rose, and Grandmother Eva.

Us 3 children with Grandma Eva

None of us knew at that moment that the next year would bring many unexpected changes of separation for us all.

Adopted at Christmas

“Do you want to be adopted by Evelyn? She will be your only Mother now.”

Standing in the Judge’s office that December morning, I seemed to be the center of attention that I did not seek. My insides were screaming “No! Where is my Mother?” But the faces in that circle were staring at me with an expectation of my response which I knew would forever change my future, no matter how I answered.

Only half a year earlier, after we had first come to Evelyn’s house,  I was placed in yet another foster home where the 12-year old boy hated having a new little “sister” and took out his abusive aggression upon me in daily slaps, kicks and unmentionable acts of cruelty. Begging to be reunited with my brother Michael, they eventually returned me to Evelyn’s.  Shortly thereafter she decided to adopt us both.

Attempting to collect myself from the haze of conflicting thoughts and emotions, I whispered, “Yes.”

What did I just say? What does that mean for me now? My desperation to stay far away from the 13-different foster homes of hell was my only concern in that moment  . . .that, and to save my 5-year old brother Michael from constant beatings and punishments of “bad behavior” — too severe for any living child. I don’t ever want us to be sent back there, was my silent plea.

In that moment, I felt I had in some way betrayed my Mother and my sister . . . They did not come back for me. . . A deep sadness and grief came over me on that December morning that I would visit often.

But I smiled at the Judge. I smiled at the others in the room. At the age of seven, I learned what it meant to appear to be someone else, even if you do not want to be, even if you do not feel it. I learned to smile through my pain and suffering.

I was no longer Michelle Samra. . . or “Shelley” as I had been called by my family. Now I was Carol Noël– meaning “Christmas Carol” in French– because it was nearly Christmas and the adoption was final.

I had something to smile about that Christmas however. I had been reunited with my brother Michael, and I had a new older sister now, Barbara.

Through the years I came to love my name Carol Noël and felt it was a prophetic name of what my life would be: Messiah’s Song.

Christmas Recovery

Shortly after Evelyn adopted me, it was discovered that I had a congenital genetic disability in both of my knees called “Ehler’s Danlos.” It required a double knee surgery at aged 10 that required about 2 years for a full recovery.

I had a second surgery on my right knee when I was 16 and was laid up for many months. At Christmas time, my very good friends from Church came and sang Christmas carols outside my window. That was one of the kindest acts I can remember that anyone ever did for me! I couldn’t be with them, but they came to me!

It was a great Christmas.

"Messiah Group" lead by Paul Bourassa

 

The Re-Birth at Christmas

The most significant thing that ever happened to me at Christmas was my encounter with Jesus! I experienced a rebirth of my spirit that came alive and it forever transformed me. I can honestly say that everything changed from that moment forty years ago this December.

Carol Cantrell 1970

The deep sadness and grief I carried was gone now, and in its place was the joy of Jesus’ Presence birthed in me. I was twice adopted. I had a Father who loved me and a Home where I belonged forever. He would never leave me. It changed me.

One year later, I would be reunited with my natural Mother Rose, my sister Janis, and a new sister Donna that I had never met. Isn’t God amazing? This December, I was reunited with yet more of my family and 40 years on, it has really come full circle in healing and restoration.

That season of Christmas in 1970 for me was a celebration of the Miracle of His presence in me and with me that was tangible. I was so crazy in love with Jesus that His love occupied my thoughts and I was seeing my world through different eyes. My church group of friends also celebrated a spiritual renewal as we worshipped God together, leading the congregation that special Christmas Eve.

Our group leading the music at church lead by Paul Bourassa

Christmas in Jerusalem

In 1980, we spent our first Christmas in Jerusalem with our 3-year old daughter. We lived in a Christian-Arab village in the north part of Jerusalem and were involved in full-time language study. I was 6 months pregnant with my son Michael and we wondered how we would celebrate Christmas this year.

Ron had met a wonderful Orthodox man who owned a garden nursery. One day, we received a visit from our friend.  He boldly walked into our living room, plopped down a 4’ potted fir tree and announced in broken English: “Here is your Christmas tree. Now you must decorate it, and I will be back in 2 weeks to see it!”

Our mouths were gaping open as we stared at our little Jerusalem Christmas tree in a pot. I gathered pieces of material from old clothes and curtains and set to work sewing little decorations. This was a homemade crafts Christmas! Ron and I made a rag doll out of sheets for Heather because she didn’t have any dolls to play with. We used sheep’s wool for hair and painted on a face. We called her little doll “Golda”  after the Israeli former Prime Minister Golda Meir. Heather loved that little doll.

Two weeks later Itzhak came back to see our potted Christmas tree and we showed off our simple little decorations. He was delighted, and we shared stories together as we sampled Christmas goodies. Itzhak became good friends with our family.

This was the first of 20 Christmases in Israel we would celebrate. Over the years, we learned that the Israeli forests are trimmed and maintained intentionally at Christmastime in order to provide Christian communities live trees. Ron and I felt that was such a beautiful expression by Israelis who don’t even celebrate Christmas. We too were recipients of this gift of Israelis given to Christians. They always wanted to ensure Christians had a good Christmas.

Thank you Israel, for  your kindness to us.

Christmas in Bethlehem

One year I was invited to sing with a group of Christians from Jerusalem, joining the many international choirs that go to Bethlehem each Christmas Eve in a televised event that is aired around the world as “Christmas in Bethlehem.”

Manger Square, Bethlehem on Christmas Eve

But the stunning part of this evening was going through security just to get in to Bethlehem. Because terrorists prefer to strike when there are large crowds of people, the Israeli security forces make sure that it will be a safe and pleasant experience for tourists that come from around the world.

The Israeli security teams had set up a warmed tent with candy canes, hot chocolate, and other treats as they processed each Christian pilgrim going in to Bethlehem to make the experience a little easier. The city of Jerusalem and Bethlehem had put up Christmas decorations to light the road to Bethlehem.

As my husband and I passed through each security checkpoint, we looked into the eyes of each Israeli security person and thanked them personally. They smiled — with relief actually!

I have to say that was a very special year for me, and it brought tears to my eyes to see their loving care for us, making sure we would have a happy Christmas celebration.

Derek Prince Comes for Dinner & Handel’s Messiah in Jerusalem

I worked as the Personal Assistant/Secretary for Derek Prince the last 3 years of his life in England and Jerusalem. Derek returned to live in his Jerusalem home a year after his 2nd wife Ruth died.

“How would you and Ron like to go to hear Handel’s Messiah with me this year?” Derek asked one day as I worked with him in his office. To hear Handel’s Messiah in Israel would be a first – for all of us!  As his secretary, I made all the arrangements.

Derek came over to our house on Christmas Day for dinner – and I pulled out all the stops that year! It was, after all, his first Christmas back in Jerusalem, and I wanted to make sure we all had a memorable time. After our Christmas dinner of prime rib and turkey, we piled into a caravan of cars and drove over to the International Convention Center in Jerusalem to hear Handel’s Messiah performed that night by an international choir and orchestra. The auditorium was filled with Christians and Israeli’s who love this classical masterpiece. And, it was a magnificent performance.

This was a very special Christmas for Ron and I – to enjoy both Handel’s Messiah in Jerusalem and Derek at our home for Christmas dinner.

Little Money, Creative Expressions of Love

One year in Jerusalem with our three adult children, we decided as a family that since we had little money to purchase gifts, all of our gifts would be homemade. It would require that we all be very creative.

I have to say this was one of the funnest times we ever had. Each one used their skills as a photographer, graphic artist, oil painter, music, sewing, crafts, woodcarving, cooking — all of them were employed to come up with unique and special gifts that was great fun to share with each other.

We had several nights of family crafts where we made Christmas ornaments from bread dough, decorated candles, made a gingerbread house from scratch, gathered fir branches for wreaths, and much more.

Though we have had difficulties as a family – and who doesn’t? – Christmas allows us to come together and express a deeper level of love that goes beyond fault-finding. It can be the manifestation of Heaven’s peace come to earth.

May it be so in each of our households this Christmas.

Last Christmas in Israel

My Israeli neighbors love Christmas – which always amazed Ron and I. We often had friends and neighbors knock on our door just to come in and see how we decorated for Christmas.

“It reminds me of when I lived in Europe as a child,” one neighbor told us. Many Israelis, however, had never before seen how a Christian celebrates “The Birth,” as it is referred to in Hebrew.

So, the last Christmas we were in Israel we actually made two full Christmas dinners because we had so many Israeli friends who wanted to come to dinner! They also like to “taste” Christmas, and of course, everything is homemade and authentic!

It was very special to have two evenings where friends and family could come and share in our favorite celebration of The Birth.

Yosef, Miryam and baby Yeshua

 

I would like to take this opportunity to wish you a very Merry Christmas as you gather together with your family and friends this year! May the Presence of God’s shalom and blessings be upon your household as you celebrate Immanuel – God with us!

God bless us — every one!!

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I’m Returning


 

I am returning to the place

where it is just Jesus and me —

like it was at the beginning;

when I first began to turn to Him —

running blindly in my desperation,

pleading, searching, —

only to find Him waiting for me in the dark.

I feel this tension as I come upon the 40th milestone,

 as if God is building up to something big,

where I will be discovered in Him afresh.

And so, I will return to my authentic self —

to the place before all others came along,

 who became my attraction-distraction

with their seductive appeals to change me,

to move me, to form me,

where  my desire to satisfy the craving of praise

put on a persona to be adored and revered —

and so much more that followed swiftly thereafter —

a downward stumble, a tumble, a steep fall

down the mountain, away from Your arms.

I’m returning to that place

where Jesus was my all in all,

the one I loved singularly, exclusively,

above all other affections,

where my love was given to Him,

renewing and restoring my heart;

where His vision was my vision,

His eyes my only focus.

Jesus, I’m returning to You

with my whole heart,

with all my soul, with all my mind and strength —

to You my first love.

I’m returning to where

the pleasure of my coming to Him thrilled me —

and Him —

where His word was read to me by His Spirit

and all my questions were answered by His wisdom;

where the joy of His Presence

hid me away in the studio

of my creativity kindled by Love revealed —

full of inspiring other-worldly color and wonder;

where I learned to be quieted

to hear Him speak

in the secret place of our meeting;

where I understood that obedience

equals love and God’s intense pleasure;

where mystery is kissed

with the simplicity of Truth

wrapped in swaddling clothes called “Humility;”  

where morning and evening

met as one

and time was not kept;

where songs of praise

were continually offered upon my heart-strings

and flowed out like a rushing, raging river

across all obstacles in its way;

where the fragrant incense of my worship

arose to meet the passion of

His love in response.

Jesus, I’m returning . . .

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