Letter from God: Search Me

My sweet Jolene. Everything about you I love. I have formed every part of you, my book Psalms spoke of my careful knitting of your being within your mum's womb. To the most careful detail, I've left nothing to abandon.
My heart is glad when I see you being all I've made you to be. Though you don't see me all the time, my heart skips a beat when you stop amidst what you're doing and gaze at me.
As the sunflower purposefully planted in its line and seeks the touches of the sun, the same is in your gaze as you search for me.. I marvel at your artistic flaunts in whatever you do.. I do chuckle when there comes those days, seasons, of the stumped and lost look on your face.
Only because.. you only need to search Me. Just Me.
There is nothing in the ground that will revive the artistic lust, not in the intricate fingerprints I've marked in those around you. There is not any one thing to satisfy your soul's curiosity in the heavens before you and anything from within your own self.
Sunflower,
Only search Me.
Though I have made the very lovely things that surround you and proceed you, and they testify of my Creating hands, I am here.

Come back to the Nemiah Valley woods with me. I remember your thoughts of when you valiantly sought me out, my Son's warmth like the sun carried you through from birth to your waking hours of when you knew I was there all along. Creation around you left trails of which you followed to Me! As excited as I was to reveal surprises for you, the intensity grew more so as time etched on. My dances of compassion, each day painting on the canvases of your mind and lifting up of your heart, every movement of my meaningful, articulate strokes were intensified as the day grew closer to the day you and Yolanda told me... "Yes. I will follow You". The days of your strength steadily growing strong in the hope of my faith, complete with the outpouring of My love of My Holy Spirit into you.

Jolene, the thunder of rumbling skies and a million lightning shows could not tell of the joyful bursts of my heart, let alone the screaming joyous songs of the hosts of my army of angels around Me! What you've known to experience of a great party is barely a glimpse of the cries and shouts and laughter's of celebrations of My Kingdom. "I was tempted" to break out in song over all the earth and strobe light it up for all the world to see.. I knew the world would think I was coming in but there's more surprises yet to be revealed before I happen! We can do the moon~walk plenty a times and shout "Beat it" to satan and his army.

I love the warmth of my sun, My Son, bears witness to carrying you through and left evidence of my happenings throughout your life. I mean for you to see how much I love you in that you were always cared for, will never be left to abandon and that your very life, My life, is one of many beautiful outcomes of my Son, Jesus' laying down of life.
In order that there may be life, death had to come first so that fruit may come of Him crucified. In your case, a flower may spring up from it!

I love you Jolene. Keep holding on to the warmth of my Sun within you, your gaze upon Me is as the sun-kissed flower, drawn near and eternally in my care.
My grace keeps you and adores you,
Your Father in Heaven, Abba Father~

"Whether rain or flood, you get cleansed..."

What are all these voices around me? Like a flood over the world, I am immersed into the waves of one voice after another. I'm familiar with it's hurricanes, the storms, it's sprinkles and the flooding. Still none of these words serve as a life-saver for me. Sometimes they take me down, thrashing me from rock to hard places. Sometimes they latch as weights to my feet, too many voices, I sink. I'm tired of just keeping my head above water.
Weary.
Tired.
Tidal waves wipe me out.
I didn't know anything else until just one voice spoke, and others were silenced. Silence. Peace. His voice was not harsh, but gentle. I felt dry land beneath me. Finally I looked up and the sea of words were divided to walls on my side. The experience of Moses at the Red Sea was very real to me in that moment. Still silent to a hum, one voice was clearer,

"Yolanda. Take My hand. I will guide you to dry land. I remind you that my foundations are strong. Places I guide you will be to the valleys of peace. Take my life, let me pull your feet from the bonding clay".

So silent, but so strong. I didn't know I could hear anything so simple, so loving, so clear and so warm. My "Yes" brought me to become overwhelmed by warmth growing from within, the Lord spoke,

"This is my Holy Spirit poured into you through the love of what My Son, Jesus Christ, has done for you..."

Like sunlight streaming over the sleeping lands, he walked through my life to the very heart of me. His hand, healing the broken pieces. His voice, honey to my lips. His song, refreshing water to my bones. It hurt, for him to lift me up from this miry clay, but there I stood before Him.
Jesus. A breath away.

"Here. Take this, it will help you. I have breathed the words to be, by taking it, my voice will be more clearer in this world".

His Word, my surfboard, I held it by my side. He led me. Before me, dry land. Behind me, the voices fell and rushed to every inch. Despite the voices at my feet and it's efforts to pull me out into the sea, His arms kept 'round me tighter 'til my feet met dry land.
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"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you. He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing" Zephaniah 3.17
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All these hopes and dreams

Tired of the old life, old patterns that disappoint me, bore me, frustrate me and most of all, steal from me the joy that comes with what is now the ONLY life, Jesus life for me.
He died. So that I could know Him and forever get to know Him.
He's made me as I am, giving me everything I need to stand in His grace and arm me with His shields against the evil one.
Though I stumble, though I fall.. many times, still I am getting stronger, still I am moving and putting up my sails to guiding Spirit, His wind, and in that surrender,
pleasing His heart,
and pleasing mine.
Need this as a place to record what Lord is moving in my heart, struggles I face but most importantly the hope of overcoming every obstacle in Jesus' Name.
Artistic expression,
Creative juices flowing,
Adventures in Nemiah and Abby,
everything high and low, far and near and in between,
the Lord and Me,
sailing these waters of Life and I have everything I need to live and learn...
whew...
closing my eyes...
r e l e a r n i n g ,
r e f o r m i n g ,
all that is new and mine and accessible and achievable,
Im going to take...

Just. Breathe...