The King is Crowning

   Two thousand years ago in Bethlehem the veil of the virgin was torn as baby Jesus crowned, entering into humanity through the portal of Mary's womb.
 

 Two thousand years later during worship I saw a vision of Jesus crowning again. This time as I looked on, I saw a thin veil seperating the physical realm and the spirit realm. As I gazed on this perpetually cascading veil that had the appearance of a sheet of still water falling, which was actually time itself flowing, the golden spires of the crown on the head of King Jesus began piercing through.

   The time of His Returning to reign in His literal Kingdom on Earth has come.

  The King is crowning, again!

Blessings,
Tracey

Hunger Pains...

*I feel like I needed to share this experience. I really did not want to because it is deeply personal and precious to me.*

 

  The day was normal as could be with a predictable routine. The only difference being a weighty heaviness in my heart. I looked forward to Amelia's nap time so I could get alone with the Lord. I wasn't sure if it was a burden for intercession on someone else's behalf. I just knew I needed to run to God.

 

  Amelia was finally sound asleep so I made my way to the hammock outside. I couldn't even recline. I was barely sitting as a swing when the tears hit. It was if a dam had burst from somewhere deep inside. My cheeks were drowning in the steady, symmetrical streams of tears. A whirlpool began to stir in my heart. It created such a strong gravity it was pulling my soul into it's depths like a black hole. I couldn't form words or  pray in the Spirit. There were only groans. I was overcome by a hunger for the heart of Father God. Not Jesus, not the throne, not even Holy Spirit. I knew I needed the Father's heart! I didn't want the blessing of His hand or the gaze from His eyes. Only His heart would satisfy. The one thing I can compare these deep hunger pains to was almost 10 years ago while I was grieving the loss of my earthly father. Deep waves of emotion would crash in on my physical body reducing me to a fetal position as life tugged on my soul. That was a grieving for something I couldn't have. This, this was a longing for something I knew was my right because of what Jesus did.

 

   I don't know what happened to trigger this scenario. I was just there. My spirit WOULD NOT be denied. The overpowering feelings were a shock to myself. I am normally reserved, finding it almost impossible to demand my own way or rights. My heart by nature is submissive. I've never had a roar, just a meek meow. I was beside myself. Each hunger pain was a bang on the door of Heaven; a labor pain hitting hard and strong. My spirit was relentless. It wasn't as if Father God was ignoring me. I knew He is omniscient. Yet, I had the feeling most who seek Him are happy enough with the power of His throne room. Few know or even desire to go deeper to His heart. It was then I clearly saw myself grab the center of His breastbone and forcefully swing His ribcage open like intricate French doors. Launching myself I landed with my head on the center of His heart, burring my face in it, and wrapping my arms tightly around it. His heart was a deep crimson, velvet, down filled pillow. I felt Him almost recoil in shock that I was there but then quickly wrap His arms around me. I could physically feel the warmth of His presence. I sobbed like a toddler catching their breath after a tantrum; short inhaling bursts. In all of existence I knew I was holding the one thing in life or eternity that truly mattered and He was holding me.

   I am a very blessed person. I truly love my husband, daughter, family, and friends. Even Jesus said our love for Him and the Father should make every other love seem like hate in comparison.
"If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters--yes, even their own life--such a person cannot be my disciple." Luke 14:26 

 I cannot take credit for this experience. It was a gift. I am not able to give you a formula to duplicate it. All I did was take time to make myself available for God and be sensitive to His Spirit. What I do know is this place in His heart EXISTS. If you break through to it, He will embrace you, not reject you. It is His most treasured possession. It is THE greatest treasure of all. It is securely guarded but not impenetrable. Deep desire is the only key.

"Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me." Psalms 42:7

The Momentum of Obedience

   A couple of weeks ago my husband hung a hammock from our covered back deck. To be honest,  at first I was slightly annoyed. I had been eyeing that same location as the perfect place for a patio set I had yet to find on Craigslist. My thoughts quickly changed after taking my turn laying on that braided cloud of glory. My internalized arguments faded away as the comfort of being cradled two feet off the ground in a gentle sway took hold. Ahh, the relaxation!  It wasn't very long until that hammock became my sanctuary. In the afternoon, as soon as I was sure my daughter was napping soundly, I would slip outside to lie there in. For a few moments  the demands of being a stay- home- mom with a toddler could be put on hold. ( Mommies need  time outs too.)

 We live in the middle of a dense evergreen forest. The view from my hammock is one of  tall, reddish brown tree trunks, and low swooping boughs of greenery, with random patches of blue sky peeking throughout the gaps between the branches. The air is continually filled with singing birds and a chattering community of squirrels and chipmunks. Being surrounded by such beauty it is easy for my attention to be turned to the Creator of Heaven and Earth.

  Recently as I was talking to my Poppa in Heaven, I noticed the sway of the hammock had settled into stillness. I wanted to swing again but being only 5'-1" my tip toes would not reach the deck unless I crawled almost completely out. I was far too comfortable to do that! I quietly heard Holy Spirit say, "Hang your leg over and kick." So I did. First kick, nothing. Second kick, still nothing. As I started the third kick I thought, "This seems useless. I'm giving out way more than I'm receiving." Then, when I was just ready to quit;  suddenly there was a noticeable, although small, MOVEMENT! Every kick there after doubled the amount of sway produced by the previous kick. In no time I was swinging so high I started to feel seasick!

 Holy Spirit then said, "Just as the hammock responded to the constant, steady kick of your leg, so also does Heaven respond to your faithful obedience even in small things, causing there to be an exponential increase in the Kingdom and exceeding fruitfulness for your labor if you do not grow weary in well doing."

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galations 6:9 NIV
 
Blessings!

Stepping Out in Faith....

   Well, they say the first step (or blog post) is the hardest. I have never had any intention of writing a blog. This is purely an exercise in obedience. I'm not sure what I will write or further more, if anyone besides myself will read it. What I do know is the sweet sound of that still, small, voice. I know when the Lord is nudging me. I love Him too much to ignore Him even when He is asking me to do something I would rather NOT do.

   It is not that I keep all my thoughts to myself. I do share them. My audience however, is usually limited to a few of my closest friends with whom I entrust my heart. So hello world! I cannot promise paragraphs filled with stunning wit, humor, or  correct grammar. I can promise though to always share my heart in honesty, transparency, and love .