“He spreads out the northern skies over empty space;
he suspends the earth over nothing.
He wraps up the waters in his clouds,
yet the clouds do not burst under their weight.
He covers the face of the full moon,
spreading his clouds over it.
He marks out the horizon on the face of the waters
for a boundary between light and darkness.
The pillars of the heavens quake,
aghast at his rebuke.
By his power he churned up the sea;
by his wisdom he cut Rahab to pieces.
By his breath the skies became fair;
his hand pierced the gliding serpent.
And these are but the outer fringe of his works;
how faint the whisper we hear of him!
Who then can understand the thunder of his power?”

(Job 26:7-14 NIV)

I am captivated by the beauty and awesomeness in this passage. God’s greatness is too much for words, but Job tries, nonetheless, to capture “the outer fringe of his works” in poetry.

I too,in this post, am trying to express the hem of HIS excellence with pen and paper, and go so far as to put paintbrush to canvas, in an attempt to reflect GOD’s creativity,

but a day is coming when we will see God and all HIS colors in all their perfection.

Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity.  All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.

(1 Cor. 13:12 NLT)

“Whispers and Waves” (Week 13) 2016

I envisioned the color’s of the Northern Lights, as I lit up the sky in vibrant hues.  I scattered white clouds to express the water encapsulated and floating above.  The skyline marked a boundary between air and ocean; while  whitecaps displayed God stirring a salty   sea.  I added the boat because we are in HIS STORY.

 “For we are the product of His hand, heaven’s poetry etched on lives, created in the Anointed, Jesus, to accomplish the good works God arranged long ago.”

(Eph. 2:10 The Voice)

I am moved by Job’s Holy Spirit inspired verses; therefore,

“My heart bursts its banks,
spilling beauty and goodness.
I pour it out in a poem to the king,
shaping the river into words…” (Psalm 45:1 MSG)

“But a Whisper”

by Katie Wilson

When HE paints the horizon or the boundaries of light,

When HE stirs the sea by HIS power and HIS might,

It is but a whisper!

When HE fashions beauty from dust or makes ruins sing,

When HE illuminates with lighting before the rain  HE brings,

It is but a whisper!

When HE comforts the grieving widow or the one who’s lost a child,

When delighted to dance with the damaged, we see HIS love is wild.

But,

it is still but a whisper!

It is but a whisper;

what does that really mean?

It means we’ve only glimpsed the fringes of Glory unseen.

He’s never late; He’s right on time.

We’re in the prelude to HIS SONG.  

It is but a whisper, 

as the crescendo moves along.

The climax is coming; the peak is just ahead.

Lean into the whispers; live out what HE said.

It is but a whisper

but it’s how HIS lambs are fed;

So,

Whisper!

I am whispering in this post!

I hope you have been moved by my radical move to write words that move

(thank you Compel Training for walking beside me):

 move you toward the God of the universe,

the God who paints with more colors than Crayola,

the God who writes with a Word, Who literally

“became flesh and blood,
and moved into the neighborhood.
We saw the glory with our own eyes,
the one-of-a-kind glory,
like Father, like Son,
Generous inside and out,
true from start to finish.” 

(John 1:14 MSG)

Today,

may we see God like never before.

 May we be wonderstruck by God’s greatness and may we be inspired to let our amazement show:

in a poem

or a picture

or a picnic

or a phone call

or a song

or a dance

or a listening ear

or a hard conversation

or a laugh out loud just because

or a cry with the broken hearted

or whatever really…

“Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth. If you lose your saltiness, how will people taste godliness? You’ve lost your usefulness and will end up in the garbage.

 Here’s another way to put it: You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don’t think I’m going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I’m putting you on a light stand. Now that I’ve put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you’ll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven.”

(Matthew 5:13-16 MSG)

I love you!

(I know that may freak some of you out, but it’s true.  I made a commitment to myself that I would no longer hold those words back, ever, just because the world has tried to filter them out of me through the years.  I was just born to be an “I love you sayer,” so I am!)

I will say it again, just because I can, IN ALL  CAPS THIS TIME and exclamation points!

I LOVE YOU!