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April 18, 2016 at 1:08 am (Mile Stones, WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

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I’m sitting in this living room. ..obedient to the call for a day of rest, the sun has set on milky grey blanketed peaks, city lights sparkle under its protection. I see this from my window. Six long months of house hunting, buying, moving. ..all the while starting this business, exhaustion has been redefined in this physical body that houses my soul. Not soul weary, just acutely aware that the ever growing and full of life soul that has met it’s Savior face to face still lives in a very finite and fallen state. Grace suffices, no…it is far more than sufficient – it’s as infinite as the One who gives it – Elohim, Yahweh, I Am, God the Father, Holy. And it’s strength is beyond measure.

It’s quiet, the kind of quiet that rings in the ears of another Kingdom. Shalom, the burden of Yeshua lies on my shoulders, indeed, His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Him, who held a countless number of sins and knew beyond comprehension the thoughts and hearts of every soul, how can this be? How can this yoke be full of freedom? It’s a tenuous thing the know; the weight of freedom and the tension of sin balanced on the flow of the Messiah’s blood.

This house, a blessing, such goodness God has bestowed, yet not ours, just a shell really. Daily waiting to be filled with Him on the inside. This is the highest responsibility of maintenence and upkeep for any home, rent or own. Who will we fill it with daily to keep its walls strong and roof secure? Its foundation unshakeable? This roof needs work, the whole house will require much to make it undefective. Already is required far more than we thought we had energy or resources for. It’s whole process, again, reflecting what’s far more real and important to the Builder of our home. Each repair reflecting our own hearts and thoughts, some from neglect, some from forgetfulness, some from simple blindness, all the while the Light of the World stands within her walls and asks the question:

“Will you stay in the light and let Me heal and restore? Or will you dim the light for a while more? I know you are weary, Child, you could just wait, but I’m here now, shall you learn of Me?”

I’m learning. Grateful now that the whole thing still has no connection to my deep parts. It’s just a house, lovely and a privilege, but so flimsy a thing to hold on to.

So many think that they reflect who they are with those things they possess. But really we at best can only reflect who we think we are, what we think we like or want. Deep down my heart cries for simplicity, less things, less not more. The truest gratitude I know is that now I can have company, and they can feel welcome here. But all the extra space is also a burden without the company. We are only two people, 1600 square feet, seems excessive to clean daily. Guess God will have to fill it with His people, broken, weary, and joyful alike, those whom He had set aside specifically to benefit from His house on Baltic Ave SE here in Rio Rancho. This is His home, not mine. May I never take possession of it!

My Home, is the Maker of Heaven and Earth, in which this house sits on and under. This place awaits the true sounds of life, not tvs or music or electronic hums, but of the sound of my grandchildren’s laughter and friends and family, and yes, even the sounds of their heartaches and hurts. These are the sounds that harken heaven to earth’s door, pouring out of the endless cup of the Father’s love, which insulates walls, strengthens foundations, secures roofs, maintains gardens and keeps the lights lit. For now, my husband’s smile prepares the place for these. The pot of roses my mom gave me holds the promise of such blooms. Their presence walking through our door, with the clicking of Pippins little paws to announce them, this makes all this seem worth it.

Tonight, I sit and remember these Words:
John 14:1-3; 23
Don’t let yourselves be disturbed. Trust in God and trust in Me. In My Father’s house are many places to live. If there weren’t, I would have told you; because I am going there to prepare a place for you. Since I am going and preparing a place for you, I will return to take you with Me; so that where I am, you may be also.
If someone loves Me, he will keep My Word; and My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.”

It is a very hard thing to obey and take the day of rest when so very much still needs put in order, fixed, repaired and done. Trust in God and also in Me this is a high calling. Will there seem like enough hours in the days ahead? Likely not. Yet, all things needful get done everyday according to His plan. Definitely not according to ours most the time. I lay my head down for a few short hours of rest each day with the list dropping endlessly down with my eye lids of things undone, missed, forgotten or simply I’ve run out of energy to do. It’s hard. Yet my heart hears the Father say, it is well. ..it is well for today. I choose trust in those words, my lists will have to obey a higher knowledge as I place them into His hands each day. The more I live the more aware I become of my limitations and His limitlessness! This is my Home, this place of humility and frailty, but His matchless grace all the more! Where time yields more and more into His hands, my youth no longer the “con man” it used to be. (Smiles)

Home. His presence, His purpose, His timing, His ideas, His love His teaching, His guidance, His dreams, His desires. ..Home.

May we all find Yeshua (Jesus) Words be true daily, that He takes us there, He gives His yoke, His shalom (peace) each day to exact measure. That His Word is kept as the steadfast maintenence of our hearts, the temple of a Living, active, loving, gracious, Merciful God, where His Home is made in each of us daily. No need for deeds, loans, physical repairs, paint, caulking, wires, facets, just Him, His person possessing each corner, hall, room of our hearts. Flashing the true furnishings of its dwelling, faces of loved ones, prayers, thanksgiving, and praise. Where the imprint of knees bloodied on the floors from petitions for His provision in His will are the hallmarks of the life lived there. And the echoes of worshiping Him never fade. He lives! He dwells here! Come and see! The goodness of God makes a Home!

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♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡

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4 Comments

  1. Megan E Chavez said,

    Love you both! You’re in my thoughts and prayers daily!

    Like

  2. newheavenonearth said,

    Thank you so much for this lovely word based on His Word!

    Like

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