..and learning..
God bless this man, your son, and father of
the children you have given them so far.
And give your grace to raise them to know love,
experience your khesed where they are!
God bless this man, your son, and father of
the children you have given them so far.
And give your grace to raise them to know love,
experience your khesed where they are!
Lord, you're the one who gave us hearts of flesh.
We want them to beat right in time with yours.
To see the good around, and get enmeshed
in multiplying it in time, because
that's what you said to do, and your good word
is food and drink to us, the way to life
that's worth the living. But we've also heard
of your great grief* endured, 'coz of your "wife*".
We want to enter into joy and grief
in company with you who bears them both.
Your company is what brings our relief.
And also leads us on - to all our growth!
Oh God, I feel embarrassed about us,
the way we are so programed, so to speak,
& though we are in charge of Earth, we're dust.
I feel two kinds of shame: So strong! So weak!
And now I think a bit more (while in love),
I’m being led by you to understand,
stand under your authority above
what you have put me over, as you planned!
Some shame can come from immaturity
that’s right and proper, for that’s how all growth
must happen on this Earth, where limits be.
But some’s from wasting, slackness, even both.
And forward way that’s good today, for all
is “truth to tell” - to think! to say! as small,
as well as big, let human mind not fall
in one rut or the other. But stand tall*.
And be the little toddler that I am!
Both showing off my skills (and prowess too);
and laughing at myself as a “big man”
who’s “free*”, but glad to be a person who
is growing in a family who loves,
so here I need to stand under my Dad
& Mum, and learn from hand that doesn’t shove
so much as lead and draw me on a tad…
I own my shame, then name the kind I see.
Then in the presence of the God of all,
I laugh, and smile, repent, forgiven be!
Move on, both kneeling down, AND standing tall.
Please help, Lord of the heavens and the earth,
for me as builder of a dwelling place,
to understand our needs and what they’re worth
to value truly, minimise disgrace.
In working with the rules of this good land
& honouring our government’s job here,
to help us live responsibly, and stand
up on our legs, and not to just appear
that way, but have in fact, a good impact
on this world, as environment and web,
as ecosystem, so in word and act
we’ll use authority we have to tread
lightly, where we must, while serving all
with sense of that proportion which is tuned
to outcomes for the whole she-bang, not small-
ly thinking just to minimise our wound.
So using the resources of your world,
and using our own income as He* would,
to value add in this place we’ve been hurled,
and make this whole adventure pretty good
for serving all the humans you put here,
to serve this Earth to bring your will as is
the case in heaven, as it does appear
from what he said to ask in prayer of his..
his teaching of his children to enact
the kind of life that manifests on Earth
the life which your eternal love has tracked
down here where we have all had our first birth.
Sleeping and waking affected by yapping dog
God, you sent those folk next to hell ’n we..
We know you love their neighbour, and her kids.
We pray for insight, creativity,
and grace from your own spirit under lids.
So, I can either take for granted gifts
you’ve given me like beating heart, and chest
that breathes involuntarily to lift
“cells” up to function as a human, best
seen in that model human - Jesus Christ,
whom God has chosen as the leader of
Humanity. His life and death sufficed
to show, and pique our appetite for love.
The fight is waged on many fronts just now,
and hatred, or just boredom’s love-lack ways
will do all that it can to break and bow
us at its feet, as though that then displays
the winning of the war it wants to wage
to beat another “ideology”;
for it cannot endure, on the same page
another getting honour or glory.
But he was “just a builder” from that town
on cliff-side, where things were precarious
and needed good foundations, and a frown
of thought to stand things up on various
odd angles against gravity’s down-pull..
And humans in His story are concerned
to let their “Yes”, have meaning, be faithful
to their own word, and God’s good that they’ve learned.
They’re learning to give place to feelings and
God's given, programed, built-in gifts/ desires,
but also to discern an order planned
to give ascendancy to KHESED’s* fires!
God, please help Sis. ta speak the truth in love,
and see your image in those round about
her, as she loves your image from above,
formed in her staying/ going in & out.
Love Xx Oo
How do I lead in loving? If that’s what
a husband’s job is under God’s world-view.
I just saw two things i could do a lot
more over coming weeks please help me do
them. Scared, I am. For I see others might
just misinterpret one of them as me
reverting to old ways of holding tight-
-ly to control. And so I let her free.
But afterwards she felt I didn’t care
for her. Maybe ‘coz others got my gaze:
my focus, or my time. Folk who came where
I was. I feel prejudged, and caught these days.
Just like machines and animals might fight.
No malice, and no bragging. Just “They won.”
Or lost. They act as though they’re in the right,
some options do not show, if not begun.
But once begun, they hardly can be hid-
den, lion’s lair is where it wants to tear
to pieces and eat up each tiny bit.
Love wins if it does.. KNOW that God is ne’er
absent. ’Coz he’s “near” but will not man-..
man-ip-ul-ate or pressure those he loves.
He’ll ask the questions love asks - if it can.
And if it can’t it might enact. No shoves!
Oh God I’m such a baby at that love.
I now recall that you are here, with me.
My help comes from the Lord. Comes “from above”.
Your vantage point allows that more you see.
But if the spirit* of his son who cries
out to YaHWeH: “my Daddy*” in his grief,
and pain, and need, discussing as he tries
to understand, while trusting GOD’s belief…
in him, and hearing God’s word spoken when
it’s breathed (on God’s own breath*) into his ear
(as dove that stays on shoulder might do when
it softly coos, or warbles, always “near*”);
& breathed on breath that breathed on prophets past
(& some got written down - though not that much),
and breathed through “mind that’s set*” as Paul at last
speaks of God’s own - responsive to his touch,
his indication, verbal, or to look
at things he “got across” to us somehow
by pointing, or associations cook-
’d up through the hist’ry of our lives to now.
A fierce wind* that blew the oceans round
at the beginning, other times exposed
dry land beneath the water that was found
by feet of slaves escaping unjust foes.
Another time it blew together “shaved”
dry bones of long-gone bodies and enfleshed
an old/new people from those un-en-graved
and desecrated, for ends that were meshed
with goodness as it weaves with wisdom’s ways
a new creation under KHESED-love
which is here shown in clear enough displays
in such a way we know it’s “from above*”.
I’m learning much by looking more at my
young grandson who is three years old just now.
He’s confident and bois-ter-ous. He’ll try.
Determined to grow, have a shot, know how.
While I feel more retiring, past my date.
And stuck in habits. Voice says: “Just give up”.
But I am hearing you. That’s not my fate!
You see me, as I see that tiny “pup”.
You're confident (and boisterous). You’ll try.
Determined to grow me. You’ll have a shot!
And since you will persist, then by.., and by…,
I’ll grow, and know, and learn how, why, and what…
The partnership is poss-ib-il-it-ies.
Alone, my feelings of despair prove true!
That dead-end way finds only what it sees.
It seize-s not, nor adventures with you.
And I will knuckle under your good will
for me, because you think about what’s good
’n’ true, for all that is, and will until
it comes to be, existent. Now I could
as well, ‘coz all inertia’s lost its sting.
You’ve led the way, and made available
Christ’s life-blood with its antibodies brings
it's antivenom unassailable.
That blood is poisonous to poisons round
because it is the source of life and health.
One life, a portal bringing heaven down
to Earth, & Earth to heavens. Health & wealth!
There is a sense in which there’s much of God
I have no clue about. I just don’t know.
There’s much that he’s experienced, a lot
in fact for me to learn from “tell and show”.
And sometimes diff’rent cultures may have some..
some diff’rent edges on aspects of the..
the culture of eternity that’s come
down close enough for us to touch and see
and learn some diff’rent ways of acting out ..
it’s culture that gives boundaries that make
for more of that creative love that’ll shout
or whisper to bring understanding 's slake-
-king of our thirst for knowledge which is best
kept centred on my father’s will, and self
and when the task he gives me is a test
for everyone to see and know my health
in order to join in and work for good..
good purposes which I must learn (not hate!)
in rote ways, how to join in as I should
if I were not to stand out but relate
and then myself be understood as well.
For words aren’t all, but then God’s Word in past,
is what has come and saves us from the hell
we bring when we live our will first not last.
My grandson is my helper here today*.
He mirrored my responses as I’ve done.
He helped me see from distance what I say
and do. Thank you, my three-year-old grandson!
I am at peace, with knowing you yourself,
not just an understanding of some facts* -
capacity to model on a shelf
the thoughts and words and hopes and all the acts
of that Creative Love that gives language
as gift to help us model and to learn
and not be too upset if at this stage
of life our language still falls short, no spearn-
-ing of this gift because it’s not as great
as who gave it. I’m thankful for help on
the Way he walked, as small child in the state
of toddler hand-in-hand. His light upon
this small world where the cosmos was lit up
by that one visit as a man who’s shown
us all a solid prophet interrup-
-ting all the plans of mice and men alone.
For we were never just another one.
We’re made more like a Left brain hemisphere
that’s meant to work in tandem, but as “son”
in terms of who’s the boss. The Right is clear-
-ly in Authority, and this must be,
for only it connects us to the world
that’s larger round about us. And now HE
has lived it out and called us to be hurled
out as ambassadors of this new/ old-
-est way of living which does not need food
& drink for that’s internally resolved
by HIS resources inside. We’ve been clued*!
Footnotes
s* - Psalm 131
d* - “These women looked after him from their own resources”. (Luke 8:2-3); and he said “take, eat. Share among yourselves.” (Three gospels) “unless you eat.., & drink… you have no life in you” (John); “the words I have spoken to you are spirit and truth” (John); “who comes to me...rivers of living water will be springing up within them.” (John) a counsellor… this he spoke of the spirit who had not yet been given (?); "Our people must learn to spend their time doing good, in order to provide for real needs; they should not live useless lives." (Titus 3:14 GNBUK); "I have shown you in all things that by working hard in this way we must help the weak, remembering the words that the Lord Jesus himself said, ‘There is more happiness in giving than in receiving.’ ”(Acts 20:35 GNBUK)
God help your son to be a conduit for
your love that comes to him through light and air,
through humans who have smiled on him and more,
through your own heart that he's begun to share..
completing now the circuit of your pow'r..
the power of love that may look very weak,
help him inside to choose & not go sour
to let your love out in the acts that speak...
Dear God, our father, you who knows us well -
we show you how we are by what we do
and ask you to help us the Truth to tell
as best as we now can. Open to you,
and your creative options to learn love..
for we are small, and weak, and immature,
and made from dust as animals here gov-
earned by instincts that are not straight and sure.
We thank you that your own creative love
was breathed into the dust that is our lives,
& if you don't give wisdom from above
then we can’t be at all like Jesus Christ.
But the distinctive thing about that man
was he could clean us up from right inside,
our motives and directives, & he can
we’ve found and know that this can’t be denied
(of course it can if we choose our own world
but) this is what your leader came to lead
us in, wherever we are (by you) hurled
to show off small and weak light’s quite quick speed.
And so, as James learned from his big bro. then,
we’ll learn to let your love light do it's quick
and active thing within your world right when
a list’ning ear is needed. I am sick
of quickly talking, frustrating inside.
I give this sickly self to you, again.
Please heal me. I will walk, if I can’t ride
with you, or else Lord Jesus, touch your hem*.
After a phone discussion with my daughter (who has made the second turning, to grow younger as the daughter of her father in heaven) on a set of wierd incidents that had the smell of supernatural involvement and testing to snapping point… (but that through help provided by God, and followed through with by her, DID NOT snap her, but that almost appeared to strengthen her).
The second or third try, we gave up on the glitching phone, and decided to sing a hymn or Psalm that came to mind, where we were. This is the one that came to my mind and by this blog I am sharing it with you, daughter:
Footnotes
m* - Mark 5:21-37
Oh God we like the way you let us work
beside you as "your little helpers" and
there's no way that we ever want to shirk,
but neither to walk not "holding your hand".
It seems we're more like one-year-olds, or two-
year-olds who must refer often to you.
But this is not an immature state to
grow out of, it's the forward way for new...
new-humans in a New Creation of
the Heavens and the Earth, where we are like
left hemispheres of brains that aren't impov-
er-ished by their connection to the right...
We're very happy learning here to look
and see the things that grieve your heart in time,
and let you be our comforter who took
the burr-den out of burden, and who'll rhyme
a resurrection with creation's good
(and seven times in that process you "saw
that it was good", by letting all that could
do partnership with you, do that, and soar!)
So we would like to join up more with you.
Our chief delight is working hard beside
you, and at your direction a task to
do shopping, knocking, coffee, or to hide
away and hang out with our fam-il-y
is so delicious, a delight of life.
And we thank you for letting us just be
your offspring, vasal, friend, close as your wife.
So ask more questions when I feel that urge
to differ, or to incredulity;
before I let myself express to purge
the world from ignorance or foolery.
I see I'm called to follow in Christ’s wake:
ask for recalling or interpreting,
restatement, or on what basis they make
conclusions such as what I heard them bring
there to the table, metaphoric’ly,
to add to all this conversation fare.
Before I let reactions out of me,
I need to find out more, the When? & Where?
The Who?, What? How? and Why? of what I heard.
So letting them, in stages, spell out more.
For us to clarify not “give the bird”,
unless it is that dove that came before.
The dove, the homing pigeon, Noah sent
to bring back from the larger world outside
some news from all the places that it went
in flying round about. It sussed the tide.
Or else the dove from heaven coming down
and resting on him (not just shooed away)
and being welcomed, glad to have around
a smaller weaker one willing to stay,
and just to softly coo into his ear,
but also send him out to suffer well,
to serve as slave to all who would appear
and come into his orbit, whom he’d tell
that simple news to freshly, and then show
it off in all the habits of his life;
like what his little brother came to know
as quite distinctive, got him into strife!