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Space of Silence

Some call it, “bored.”
Some call it, “lonely.”
The wounded might call it, “forgotten.”
EEeeekkkk left out???

You know that feeling when you don’t know what to do next–hands-free? Surprisingly or not, you have time on your hands. Yes, the feel of a little or a lot uncomfortable. You “look” around and have a momentary silent panic, “OH MY GOSH, I’M ALONE–EXCITED or is it sadness? Heck, am I FORGOTTEN??!!” “Did the party go on without me! !?!!” “Too silent?”

No new emails, text messages, phone calls, or new ideas. “What am I gonna fill time with??? Standing in the middle of your bedroom, or is it the mall.

Sometimes, one can freak out…especially during those adolescent years. Remember?

Well, here’s the amazing truth about those, “silent moments.”

Those, “moments–hours, days, weeks” are an open invitation delivered SPECIAL for you. Your Creator designed those moments into your timeline’s composition. He wants to meet with you to help you in developing your “now” and future.

Once we enter the space of silence, we will realize that we are not alone, but that the Designer of our hearts and life is right there waiting.

So, “fear not” and take the plunge.
His conversation will love you, give you ideas, reveal hidden goodness.

How? Well. We are all different. Is it a walk or run for you? Open journal with watercolors or oil pastels? Worship coming out of your heart, as you lean up against that tree in the nearby woods? Is it your closet, your window nook, your backyard, your tree swing? Whichever it is, you’ll know. Peace, Truth, Love, Light follows Him wherever He visits.

Some call this a dark time. Possibly, but there is a brighter perspective. I recall a conversation, with one of the best guitar players in the West. He said that perfecting his playing was not the outcome of moments in the limelight, busy schedules, or social events. Quality and marksmanship was a result of developing his skill during the “silent moments” — no fanfare, no accolades, no schedule, no lights.

He said that “silence” doesn’t last forever and when that moment is over, he realized that because he utilized that empty space he was well prepared for the next season. It’s the same with us if we would push past the discomfort one will know that this preparation–realignment–communion time has done its job in strengthening and cultivating.

Our fear of silence, rejection, aloneness, “the how” is combated as we face the “empty space” — the “silent moments” heart/head-on. Once we enter the space of silence, we will realize that we are not alone, but that the Designer of our hearts and life is right there waiting.

scribed by Priscilla

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Table in the Field

 

“sharing is the game plan.”

You’ve been given “manna” from The Originator’s table.

You’ve tasted it, chewed on it,  swallowed it, reminisced on the incredible flavor, and noticed subsequent effects of ingesting such wonders.

You then decided to share morsels from the table. Don’t be getting upset when the receiver, in turn, tasted it, chews on it, swallows it, reminisces on the incredible flavor, and notices subsequent effects of ingesting such wonders. They too will decide to share.

The power of multiplication is The Originator’s design.

Don’t forget, without The Originator Himself sharing with you, you would have never received it.👑

In reality, we don’t really know at which stage of “revelating” the receiver was at when “your” food arrived at their lips.  Were you the cultivator of the soil of their heart,   the seed thrower,  the fertilizer, the watering can,  the pruner, the harvester, the chef,  the host, the presenter of the “manna”. The important truth is,  whichever stage they were at your sharing furthered them on their path; hence, you multiplied.

The Originator will notice you have a table full of guests, and will delight in serving you more “manna.”

scribed by Priscilla

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Pentecost

 

“The power of Pentecost,
moments demarcation
from visitation to habitation.

Evidence of Spirit’s reality,
He was, is, and is to come.
Passing through the realms of earth
His sound thundered.⚡️
Faster than the speed of sound
trails of fire intact–remained.

Filling–Infusing–Engulfing

Not earthly power–
He, Trinity united came,
affecting humanities substance–engulfing.

Transforming what was waiting,
spirit dwellings into fiery prepared chariots, ready to ride with heaven’s horses given.

Alive: Engulfed, Empowered, Catalyzed,
His Agency releasing heaven’s measurements on earth.
No longer earth constrained,
Holy limits-unearthly.
Beyond imagination.

No longer waiting.
Lifestyle ramifications/origin rectified:
action, response, results, impact, dominion.

Language change:
Linked with lifestyle
Enables communication
Understanding His sphere
Language–
Mind of Christ

Spirit of the Lord forms Perspective–sight
Wisdom–hearing
Understanding–discerning
Counsel and Might–touching
Knowledge and Fear of the Lord–tasting

Feet shod with the gospel of peace–seeing ✋🏽
Head covered with salvation–hearing
Chest established by Breastplate of righteousness–discerning
Waist Girded with truth–tasting
Covered by the shield of faith–touching
Hand Equipped with the sword of His Spirit–standing

His Spirit pulsating love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control

Baptism in the Holy Spirit
Metamorphosis into a new life.
Empowered
Engulfed
No longer we live, but Christ lives

Hello gentle giants ✨⚡️

Pentecost gave us permission and the ability to move and have dominion–bring heaven to your lands. ⚡️Go into all the world and preach Christ’s Gospel, making disciples.

Time to change from waiting for clothes to garments engulfed in His flame.

ps. Jordan is my land–yup. This morning, I couldn’t find photos of where Jesus was baptized by John the Baptist, resulting in being covered in the Spirit of his Father–through His DOVE, but that took place in Jordan.

The Spirit of the one who prepares the way is with us. He longs for us to partner with Him…

scribed by Priscilla

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Fiery Mind of Christ

Wow, so overwhelmed while reminiscing about the historical events scribed in Acts 2.  Grab a drink, Acts 2, a pen, and join in on this pondering…..

“When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.
And suddenly there came from heaven a noise like a violent rushing wind,
and it filled the whole house where they were sitting.
And there appeared to them tongues as of fire distributing themselves,
and they rested on each one of them.
And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues,
as the Spirit was giving them utterance.
Now there were Jews living in Jerusalem,
devout men from every nation under heaven.
And when this sound occurred, the crowd came together,
and were bewildered because each one of them was hearing them speak in his own language.
They were amazed and astonished,
saying, “Why, are not all these who are speaking Galileans?
“And how is it that we each hear them in our own language to which we were born?

“Parthians and Medes and Elamites, and residents of Mesopotamia,
Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia,
Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the districts of Libya around Cyrene,
and visitors from Rome, both Jews and proselytes,
Cretans and Arabs—we hear them in our own tongues speaking of the mighty deeds of God.”
And they all continued in amazement and great perplexity,
saying to one another, “What does this mean?”
(Acts 2:1-12 NASV included below)

Into the earth and its inflicted limitations supernatural reality of Divinity — His Spirit which is Holy was released. Imagination can lead you to envision this incredible highway being made from heaven to earth, as His gift of presence moving through the galaxies making its way to Jerusalem to those who covenanted to be part of His family.

Such a roar. The noise was so noticeable that thousands within the region of Jerusalem heard highway’s approach and followed This presence to where the 120 were immersed under the loving unrelenting fiery power of His identity.

The crescendo of languages–symphonic unity of declarations interrupted the natural order and knowledge of the day, forever changing what was available to mankind.

Engulfed in His wind and fire

This Gift of presence transformed man’s soul and spirit

They received Him!!!

They received…

the mind of Christ!!!

Just imagine (or reminisce in what you already have knowledge of–experienced)

Those in the upper room received a new language,

articulating the greatness of God
!!!

It isn’t about man, it’s about Him and His magnificent greatness.

Our minds couldn’t comprehend–didn’t have the language–utterance was limited
to explain Him

He revolutionized the tongues of man–
Loosed by fire–
spoke through those in the upper room–the waiting room, to humanity, gathered outside.

His highway of fire traveled from heaven to earth
arrived
carried knowledge of Him who is Majesty.

Tongues right on our minds.
Fire flames–Keys
Opening earth to receive heavens limitless-ness

His power

HIS mind.

What a precious gift God gave us.
Life transforming baptism for those who ask.
Baptism of a supernatural substance–
His fiery reality,
Revealing through fire and tongue
Manifested heaven’s truth.

It’s about God’s greatness!
It’s about transforming into His likeness!
It’s about His message!
It’s about communication!
It’s about God and man becoming ONE!

It is about God’s Greatness!!!

“Things which eye has not seen and ear has not heard,
And which have not entered the heart of man,
All that God has prepared for those who love Him.
For to us, God revealed them through the Spirit; for the Spirit searches all things, even the depths of God…For who has known the mind of the Lord, that he will instruct Him? But we have the mind of Christ.”

(1 Corinthians 2:9-16 NASV)

written by, Priscilla

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Storms, Floods, and the Response

Rain falling the size of lollipops;
straight down, horizontal lines,
wind–its companion.

Arrows of lightning;
piercing the atmosphere,
striking forces unseen.

Unearthly decibels commanding attention;
thunder,
Sounds–vibrations across the skies,
Touching soil.

Hail;
cold–foreign to spring’s heat,
size enough to cover green, brown, and grey.

Waters pushing past the man-made dam;
boundaries,
shiftings in its path.

Winds whipping through fields;
visiting neighborhoods,
strength waking up the sleeping–loud,
fierceness uprooting trees–arms.

Coals of fire from beneath the earth;
mountains erupt,
once standing still.
Seven in one,
rivers of fire stream
while ash fills the atmosphere.

What is this canopy?
Patterns of clouds;
unseen, unfamiliar.
Dark clouds covering the sun,
introduction to storm’s theater.

What cried in drought
now grappling,
adapting,
overwhelming.

Earth’s events new to generation present,
not to the sun–not to the land.
Under the sun.

Do we suggest a negative approach?
Do we sense the heart of God?
Do we whimper in fear of storms unknown?
Do we find peace in the howling winds?

David said that God was His strength, his rock,
his fortress, his deliverer, his shield,
his salvation, his refuge.

David, to Deity, spoke;

cords of death,
torrents of ungodliness,

snares of death,

terrified, confronted–

surrounded him.

From His Temple, God heard
The earth responded–God’s reaction.

Thousands have prayed–
This is His answer–
He has come.

His heart responds – the earth shook — Earthquakes
He, angry at enemies untold, coals of fire spewed — Volcanoes
His chariots He road, darkness covered — Clouds
He moved, they responded — Mighty Winds
His voice, He sounded — Thunder
His rebuke, He decreed — Hail
His arrows, His intentions upon the enemy — Lightning
He leads thru the deep waters, as through a wilderness — Waters shift into floods
He moves, He comes, water cleansed — The rain

He, Him, God.
When He comes–a holy visitation;
Looking for a dwelling.
Restoration
Healing
Repentance
Shifting
Awakening
Life comes–man responds.

Eyes open
Ears hear
Lame walk
Truth, Belief, Faith–respond
Breathe
Move of God

Glory
Sons of God
Holy
Children–Dance
Playing the harp–once lain on the willow tree
Announcement
Overshadowing
Birthing
He comes–in us–Hope of Glory!!

Presence of God
Truth of God
Mouth of God
Spirit of God
Justice of God
He comes!

Scribings of the heart,

Priscilla