Jesus is moving closer… and closer… The city is bustling faster… and faster… He isn’t stopping His stallion nor halting the pattern of His footprints imprinting in the sand. The movement of the Spirit hailing the dawning of the Lord’s day is swiftly propelling forward. When Jesus comes into town, He gets to work.
Who calls you? Who has access to you talk to you that closely?Jesus’ close proximity to you gives you access to His voice.
His chest ruptured the moment He gave me breath... by His own doing. His own choosing. Shredding open the hearth of God where His heart resides
There's an orchestra birthing in the Heavens... the soundtrack of a conception descending on the hearts of man. From the Holy Place.
I see Jesus coming close... taking off what wouldn’t transcend the heavens and diving into the world below.
To the natural eye it would seem the world is falling apart. Chaotic. Messy. Hopeless. But from the eyes of love we see a God prevailing valiantly. I see…
When You said, "Seek My face," my heart said to You, "Your face, O Lord, I shall seek." Psalm 27:8 What beckons the soul to choose the living God who…
Jesus' heart melts me. His kindness. His willingness. His sacrificial love to go the greatest lengths necessary for us when we're in jeopardy. He sees our mess and He dives…
