Winter
Frosty breath
Crisp blue skies
The hush of winter lullabyes
Drawing down to warmer protective interiors
Where Adonai reigns supreme
The season of rest
His ruling breath
O coat my soul
With Your fire
Color this inner chamber
With Your desire
Plant the permanent flowers of peace
That no earthly changes can cease
Shelter me in Your radiant will
And teach me the wisdom
Of Peace, be still.
(2017- by Lisa VanValkenburgh)
Isaiah 55:8-13
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, and your ways are not My ways,” says Adonai. “As high as the sky is above the earth are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts. For just as rain and snow fall from the sky and do not return there, but water the earth, causing it to bud and produce, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater; so is My Word that goes out from My mouth – it will not return to Me unfulfilled; but it will accomplish what I intend, and cause to succeed what I sent it to do.”
Yes, you will go out with joy, you will be led forth in peace. As you come, the mountains and hills will burst into song, and all the trees in the countryside will clap their hands. Cypresses will grow in place of thorns, Myrtle will grow instead of briars. This will bring fame to Adonai as an eternal sign, imperishable sign.
Job 37:5-7;9-13
God thunders wonderfully with His voice, He does great things beyond our understanding. He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth!’ – likewise to the light rain, also to the downpour. He brings all human activity to a stop, so that everyone He has made can know it.
Out of its chamber comes the storm, with cold out of the north. By the breath of God, ice is given and wide waters freeze over. He weighs the clouds down with moisture, and they flash forth His lightning. He, by His plans, turns them around, so they do what He commands them anywhere on earth; He brings them forth on the earth sometimes to punish, sometimes to express His grace.
✡ May the season of rest and shalom be richly poured out into you by the power of Yeshua the Messiah, and for His namesake! ✡
The Carpenter
O Lord, at Joseph’s humble bench
Thy hands did handle saw and plane;
Thy hammer nails did drive and clench,
Avoiding knot and humouring grain.
That Thou didst seem, Thou wast indeed,
In sport Thy tools Thou didst not use;
Nor, helping hinds or fishers need,
The labourer’s hire, too nice, refuse.
Lord, might I be but as a saw,
A plane, a chisel, in Thy hand!
No, Lord! I take it back in awe,
Such prayer for me is far too grand.
I pray, O Master, let me lie,
As on Thy bench the favored wood;
Thy saw, Thy plane, Thy chisel ply,
And work me into something good.
No, no; ambition, Holy-high,
Urges for more than both to pray:
Come in, O Gracious Force, I cry –
Or workmen, share my shed of clay.
Then I, at bench, or desk, or oar,
With knife or needle, voice or pen,
As Thou in Nazareth of yore,
Shall do the Father’s will again.
This fashioning a workmen rare,
O Master, this shall be Thy fee,
Home to Thy Father Thou shalt bear
Another child made like Thee.
♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
Every Little Movement
Liquid pleasure through my toes
A thread of hair the gentle breeze blows
The softest measure of Your sweet touch
I’m on the hunt for just this much
We take advantage, O God on High
Of the simple pleasure of Your passing by
Canvas making a world unseen
Holding sunlight on witness beams
The stoke of Genius
Forgiveness is
Unmaking bondage
While freedom gives
You art my Maker
Body and soul
Only Your touch
Can make me whole
Come Thou Lover
With Life’s caress
Enlighten my nerves
With nothing less
Than the trust required
To feel Your love
And never take advantage
Of Your precious nudge
Beyond the borders
Of this my frame
Color me in
With Your great Name
– LRV
♡ Grace and Shalom in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
The Gift of Repentence!
From one glory to the next, God is shaping me. The glow of His glory cast a shadow over my unruliness, but I must remember that I, myself, have been brought into His Light. In union with the Messiah, I stand upon the precipice with only Him as an anchor. But what an anchor! He who calls the Light to reveal what doesn’t belong in Him, and therefore in me. Sending forth a shadow to highlight where the Spirit given as a gift can put my spiritual hands to the task of taking out the garbage. It’s this gift that changes everything. I, alone, can change none of it. Of myself, should I reach for it with the intent to throw it away without Him, I shall find myself playing with it and desiring to keep it. What a bizarre nature I have apart from Him! Oh, how I praise Him for breaking into my comfort and lighting up the room I often sit in, thinking a light is on. I praise His invasion, intrusion, and intervention!
I, repent, O Holy Father, never let me be unbroken over my stubborn heart to call the shots in the life YOU have given me! Cut me off in my futile attempts to paint Your name with a false piety of repentance! Let no untrue motive be allowed to make a home in my heart! For to truly LIVE is to know You, to fellowship with You without interruption! Repentence is the pathway of peace that opens my ears, eyes, and heart to receive You and let You cover me with all that You are! Yeshua, You are the gate I walk through, I acknowledge there’s no other way. Take my hand O Holy Brother, Savior and Friend and show me the way to die that You may live inside me! Take over this vessel and make it straight and unrelenting as You are for the work of the Kingdom of heaven! I have nothing, nothing without You.
The gift of is repentance precious, I set my heart of the pathway to peace. Not for myself, or for my fellow man, though You certainly grace us with these by-products of turning and returning, but that the Glory of the Source, which is You alone, may become known. Truly known, real, alive and full!
Behold what manner of Love the Father has given into us! The power to run from sin and into His arms!
♡ Grace and Shalom in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
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