The King’s Present

God’s Thoughts to Me

The Spirit and the bride say,”Come!” And let him who hears say,”Come!” (Revelation 22:17, NIV).

Wedding Bells

The Kingdom of Heaven is ablaze with light for today is the day of the Royal Wedding. The Bride, the Lady Ecclesia, was once a Shulamite, living in the Tents of Kedar.

She was burned dark by the monstrous sun in the Kingdom of Evil when she was laboring like a slave in the vineyards of her brothers.

Her own vineyard was ruined and neglected when the Prince of Heaven paid the ransom price for her freedom and offered her His kisses of delight in the cup of the Ketubah.

He brought her to His Palace where His Father prepared her for this joyous day as He washed her clean of the black soot of unrighteousness and burned her tattered garments in the refiner’s fire of suffering.

She is dressed in a brilliant white wedding gown of the finest snow-white silk of her Beloved’s righteousness. Her bouquet is of fragile, fairy flowers in brilliant shades of joy. Each one was formed from a single tear and crafted to perfection by the love of her Beloved.

They were all tears of sorrow and longing the King collected when she was crying in anguish whilst being a slave in the fetters of sin in that Kingdom of Evil. He cherished each one in His heart like a precious pearl.

The citizens of the country are lining the streets of gold to bring honor to this fragile Beauty and to be blessed by the sunshine of her brilliant smile as the King’s carriage is taking her to her Beloved.

The carriage is made from the Cedars of Lebanon, the posts of silver, the base of gold, the interior inlaid with purple and the horses were six valiant centaurs.

From the beginning of time she has always been her Father’s present of love and blessing to His Son.

Much love and sweet blessings.

Mia

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Jump Jesus Jump

God’s Thoughts to Me

Then the devil took Him to the holy city, Jerusalem, to the highest point of the Temple and said, “If you are the Son of God, jump off … He will order His angels to protect you.” (Matthew 4:5-6, NLT).

The God Man

I was often confused by so many interpretations of Jesus’ temptation in the wilderness.

The most intimidating was when we as mere humans were expected to be as adamant and strong as our dearest Lord in resisting the evil one!

My insecurities and lust to earn His love through performance just delighted itself with glee while mocking me about my uselessness to our Pappa,

“You cannot even fast for one day for you need to eat in order to drink your medication for your illness. And never forget; God didn’t value you enough to heal you! Blah, blah, blah.”

Until the Light of Heaven declared war on this lying darkness clouding my heart. He revealed to me the extent of His sacrifice to redeem us from the slave master of lies.

Our  Pappa knew how totally lost and inadequate we were to escape this monster who kept us chained to the fetters of this world.

But, the ransom price had to be paid to break and destroy the fetters of lies forever.

So our Lord Jesus became the ransom through willingly surrendering His divinity and lived the way we were created and wired to exist.

Not for one moment did He revert back to His God-hood … not for one moment did He refuse to drink the cup of wrath in our stead … not for one moment did He do His own thing apart from His Pappa!

If He did, He would not have been the spotless Lamb to be the perfect sacrifice for the iniquities of man . He would have been spotted by the monstrosity of independence.

No, He lived dependently on His Pappa and refused to give in to that pestering tempter to use His own power.

He was and is and will always be the only human on this side of eternity who fully trusted His Pappa’s love, goodness and power.

That is why we need only to come to Him and abide in Him … that is why we need to only submit to Him and resist the roaring lion tempting us to revert again to independence … to jump back into the salivary jaws of the evil one.

Because Jesus did not jump, Satan has to admit defeat when he sees us living in His Loving Embrace.

Much love XX

Mia

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At My Beloved’s Table

God’s Thoughts to Me

But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these things! (Galatians 5::22, NLT).

Living in My Beloved

My Beloved Lord Jesus, living in you and you in me, transformed my heart, allowing me to feast on the spiritual delights of your love.

Where selfishness were the reigning monarch of my soul,  you have created colorful blossoms of joy.

Where the storms of life threatened to destroy my life on the rocks of turmoil, the gentle breeze of your patience has steered my heart to still, calm waters.

Where the stormy dark clouds of my petulance, blocked the sunshine of your heart, your brilliant, patient smile melted the crust of ice enveloping my soul.

Where rudeness was my fortress of protection against the hurt and sorrow of this world, your kindness demolished those walls of lies and brought me to the safe tower of  your gentleness and kindness.

When you could only catch a glimmer of faith in my heart, as I was fearing and fleeing from your pursuing love, your faithfulness brought me back to the vineyard of your affection.

Where I was the captain of my soul, you were the captor who took control and gently uprooted my independence and grafted me into the vine … into your life … into your Loving Embrace.

Much love xx

Mia

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A Woman in a Closet

God’s Thoughts to Me

I know that false teachers, like vicious wolves will come after I leave, not sparing the flock (Acts 20:29, NLT).

These people are false apostles. They are deceitful workers who disguise themselves as apostels of Christ. But I am not surprised! Even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light (2 Corinthians 11:14, NLT).

A Fearful Bride

The King of Heaven and His Father were riding in the splendour of a chariot of clouds through universes on roads paved with many rainbows, inspecting galaxies, planets, stars and the whole new world the King has prepared for His Bride, His Royal Lady Ekklesia.

With pensive longing, yet filled with excitement, the King asked His Father, “Pappa, when can I go to fetch my bride?”.

He was shocked into silence when He saw a solitary tear of anguish running down His Father’s cheek as He replied, “Not soon, my Son, not soon!”, thinking of the beautiful bride  … a bride ravaged by wolves.

Thunder and lightning of pain escaped His heart as He looked at His Son with divine pain of pity that cannot be contained in the confines of words and exploded through the vastness of time and universes.

Shocked, the King looked with apprehension at His Father. His eyes were oceans filled with unanswered questions, grieved beyond comprehension at the naked sorrow and pain that darkened His Father’s face.

“Why Pappa, why? And why have your sorrow brought darkness to our whole creation? Don’t you love my bride? That is just not possible!” the King explained while His eyes echoed the thousands upon thousands of questions that have been asked since all eternity.

Hastily He added,”Have you perhaps forgotten the Ketubah and the bride price I paid for my Beloved? Pappa, remember how we signed the contract with my blood? Please, Pappa, please! Don’t forget to remember my joy when she agreed to be my sister, my bride!”.

By now He was pleading with His Pappa. But His Father couldn’t contain His sorrow any longer and universes were swept away by His tears. “Have you not heard, my Son? Have you not seen? Don’t you hear the angels singing and lamenting a song of sorrow over your beautiful Beloved? “.

Perplexed, the King looked at His Pappa, “Why Pappa, what ails my Beloved?”. His voice was filled with such concern and love that even the radiance of His love transformed into an orchestra of color that evolved into new stars, because of its intensity that cannot be contained!

With resignation, yet firm determination, His Father replied, “Your Bride, my Son is hiding in a religious closet! She is terrified of you and me and us! Do you recall your words to her just before you came back home to prepare a house for her? Savage wolves have come after your departure, masquerading as angels of light, telling her damnable lies about us.”

His visage suddenly brightened and the whole creation was suddenly filled with a joyful song of love, “But, don’t be afraid my Son, I am already wooing Her back to your heart. I am keeping her company there in the closet, my Sweet Holy Spirit is whispering unceasingly … words filled with warmth … with beauty … with incredible, divine love. She is not alone for we promised her that we will never leave her or forsake her. I am cuddling her in my Loving Embrace!”.

Much love xx

Mia

Linking-up with Missional Women.

I have the honor of linking-up today with the Five Minute Friday team where I have broken all the rules, for His love is to much too contain in a Five Minute time slot! Please, forgive, it was more like 15 minutes today!

Tears from Heaven

God’s Thoughts to Me

Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones God’s messengers! How often I wanted to gather your children together as a hen protects her chicks beneath her wings, but you wouldn’t let Me (Matthew 23:37, NLT).

A God who Weeps

Lord, when I look at you and your outstreched arms, longing, weeping over Jerusalem, sorrow fills my heart. You knew Destruction was approaching like a ruthless monster, who voraciously wanted to devour the jewel of your affection.

You wanted to gather the apple of your eye under your wings like a hen gathering her chicks. You wanted to cherish them … snuggle them … and love them even though you knew they were a city that killed the prophets and stoned Pappa’s messengers!

You wanted to win the heart of the beautiful Lady Jerusalem, you wanted to sweep her off her feet, to take her away in your carriage built of the wood of Lebanon … a carriage with posts of the silver of your smile … with a canopy of the gold of your love and purple cushions to remind her that she is your royal princess.

Those outstreched arms, instead, were rejected, nailed to the cross. You were a man of sorrows acquainted with grief. And still you heart uttered words of forgiveness for you knew they did not know what they were doing.

Lord, as you look at the world and see your bride waiting for her Bridegroom to return, you whisper love filled words, asking us to wait patiently for it is not Pappa’s will that any should perish in the coming worldwide destruction, but that all would come to you … to your waiting outstreched arms … to be redeemed.

Much love xx

Mia

I am linking-up with the ladies at Five-Minute-Friday. Thank you, Lisa-Jo!

The Joy of His Presence

God’s Thoughts to Me

No wonder my heart is glad, and I rejoice … granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasure of living with you forever ( Psalm 16:9:11, NLT).

Dive

My ever present companion Fibrofog has a cousin visiting, Floris the Flu Bug, taking up residence in me!

Cousin Floris

All I want to do is dive head first under the pillows to nurse quite a few pity feelings until they are round, fat and potbellied.

But … I don’t want to strain my limited cognitive abilities for I know trying to do so would surely play havoc with the low energy supplies I have been blessed with today. And I know from experience that self-pity takes a lot of spoons … spoons I have not even taken stock of today.

Yet my heart rejoices in my Lord for I know that only … TRULY only … in Him … in His Presence there is joy forever and ever and ever. Hallelujah.

Amen !!!

Hugs and blessings

Mia

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I am in “The Great I Am”

God’s Thoughts To Me

God replied to Moses, “I Am Who I Am”. (Exodus 3:14, NLT)

Opportunities to be Still in the “I Am Who I Am”

By end of 2012 I felt a yearning to be, that which I only can be in the presence of the Great I Am … I needed to return into the life of “I Am” in a new way … a deeper, more intimate way. I needed to experience Him in a “being” way, ridding myself of all “doings” to capture His attention.

As grace precedes even the slightest desire for Him, I knew He was drawing me … gracefully calling me as He saw me seeking Him in the streets of the worldly Jerusalem. I was striving to create an opportunity to return to the Love of my life in humble receptivity … all in vain!! For He alone is the Creator … even of opportunities to love.

My heart was yearning for my Beloved Lord Jesus and I could only faintly hear His wooing song of love … His yearning song to me alone.

“Oh, King of Kings, you alone are the Creator. I am feeble and unable to create even the slightest moment to be still in You. Run to me, my Beloved, for I am lying in my bed yearning to abandon myself in the wonder and beauty of your love … in You alone!”

I could hear Him coming, leaping over the mountains, coming to my expectant arms. His gentle whisper was beckoning me to rise up … to come away with Him … to the garden of my heart … a fruit garden filled with delicious fruits of love, peace and joy … a garden filled with His presence.

There where He is the only opportunity to be satisfied and filled with pomegranates, raisins and figs of endless love … there where every moment is a gift of opportunity to spend in His Loving Embrace.

Much love xx

Mia

Thank you Lisa-Jo for a wonderful opportunity to link up again at http://lisajobaker.com/category/five-minute-friday/ on the first Friday of 2013!

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Tenacious Thankfulness

God’s Thoughts to Me

A man’s spirit sustains him in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear? (Proverbs 18:14, NIV)

The Gracefulness of Grateful Suffering

“What a contradiction of terms! Mia, you surely do not have all your ducks in a row!”, my fleshly self exclaimed through a lot of pouting and complaining.

But a still, small voice beckons me with persistent, patient wooing,”Come to me, my darling, for I will wipe away your tears and transform them into sparkling diamonds of delight!”.

I recall a time when I was lost in Fibroland, wandering through the thick foggy swamps of despair and excruciating pain. In complete dependance my heart reached out to our Pappa who gently hushed me to sleep. My feeble heart was murmering a quiet prayer as I drifted of to dreamland.

A little time later I awoke, cuddled in Hubbyface’s arms. But….. Hubbyface was snoring to his heart’s delight in the Land of ZZZZ’s on his side of the bed. Our Lord softly whispered, telling me that He was nestling me in His Loving Embrace, holding me quietly just as my heart desired.

“Pappa, I want to bring you a thankful, humble gift of heartfelt praises for refining me through the fire of suffering. You have taught me to run to you instead of running away! You have taught me to hide under your wings, allowing you to envelope me in the sweetness of your love.”

Thank you sooo… much.

Your daughter

Mia. XXXXX

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