Trashing idols

It's so easy to turn to logic.

People speak audibly.

Why are emotions so confusing?

All I know is that the things I run to before turning to Jesus have got to go.

Any god who fits into my mind can't save it.

YHWH is unbound and uncontainable and unfathomable... just how I need Him to be.

Some Documented Adventures

Subskates, Scrabble and Soul Glow Activator... in photo form.

It hurts to hear

I have a migraine.

It hurts to think... so naturally I rebel against the pain and refuse to succumb to sleep at 2:30pm. There's been this inner battle waged in the fragile confines of my now throbbing brain over "name it claim it" prayer.

John 14:12-14

I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.

The verse does not mean that a believer can get anything he wants from God. The key to understanding the promise is in the words IN MY NAME- WHATEVER YOU ASK IN MY NAME.

To ask in Jesus Name is not simply to insert His Name at the end of a prayer. It is to ask in accordance with His mind and will. It is to ask for the things that bring HIM glory.

This requires close fellowship with Him. Otherwise we wouldn't know His attitude. The Father is glorified in the Son because the Son only desires those things that are pleasing in God's sight.

I've been getting increasingly more aware of people praying something along the lines of "God heal this person, bless us financially, do this for us in Jesus Name." But where is the ask? It sounds like a command to be honest.

It's a good thing that God knows our hearts and intentions because if we mean the words like we speak them, I'm surprised we aren't struck by lightning on the spot. Sometimes we forget the One we're talking to. We think we can command God.

Kinda twisted right?

So here I sit. Every beat of my heart pushes blood to the vein in my head causing a throbbing sensation that feels like a constant punch in the eye. I can hardly sit upright because along with my headache comes nausea with most movement.

But you know what?

I'm done with this post, so I'm going to ASK my Abba father to take care of it because Jesus doesn't like to see me hurting, and I'm going to HOPE that it's in accordance with his will.

If it's not, than I will suffer well and thank God for the gift of salvation.

Because it is a greater miracle to have a saved soul than a healed body.

Are you okay with today if tomorrow is the end?

Forgetfulness is a sin, rooted deep in my flesh. At the moment God thought me into existence, was I clean? All I've known is dirt. All I've breathed is oxygen. I have always been paired with war. It's always been life and death. The supernatural and earthly cannot be separate worlds except for in the foolish mind of man.

So why do I pretend it's about me? How can I forget the reality of the big picture?

I've been asleep to passion and urgency, and only recently have I begun to open my still unfocused spiritual eyes. I need another touch from Jesus.

I'm so hungry for him.

I'd become malnourished to the point of zero appetite... a sign of disease. Imagine my shock when suddenly I craved his love more than anything. I don't need bread. He is my sustenance.

I'll take off my clothes

Naked before the one who sees all

I'll expose my straining outstretched arms

Screaming

Is it enough?

There is a violence to this newfound awe.

It's not enough to live in ignorance. There are people dying. I can give my life as a sacrifice. I chose to refuse shame. Jesus deserves his reward.

I am his reward.

They are his reward.

Blessed and Highly Favored

I can't even begin to describe how amazing these past few days have been. Adventure is in the air, and I am breathing more deeply than ever. Who would have thought that sacrificing familiarity would open my eyes to spontaneous blessing?

It's like the world is growing.

I had been so consumed with the microcosm of life as I knew it, that as soon as Jesus tore that self-imposed veil, my heart beat in a new way.

Schedules have been destroyed.

The clock has been dismantled.

...and I am born again.