Flow

Flow upon the water.

Come dance with me upon the water.

Stand with me upon the water.

Take your stand upon the water.

Come out with me upon the water.

Let’s make a splash.

Place your hand upon the splash.

From immersion to immersion.

Deep calls to deep.

Come and dance upon the water.

For my glory shines upon the edge.

And it drips from your hands upon the edge.

And my glory shines upon the edge.

Let’s make a splash upon the edge.

Come for a spin with me upon the edge.

For the very wave pauses at the movement of your hand.

Can you not see it? Do you not hear it?

It is the sound of stillness in the place that was stormy.

The sound of calm in a sea of turbulence.

The joyful surrender of that which comes against you.

And you see it don’t you?

The slightest, smallest splash as my feet pirouette upon the water.

And then my glory shining upon the edge.

Standing upon the crescendo of the moment.

For the wave exceeds the designated boundary line.

For when you are finished many will finish with you.

For my anointing flows upon you now.

Can you not see it.

For my gift shall make room for you.

And my fire whelms up within you. Amidst the flow shall come my fire.

For there is fire in the flow.

In the dark place.

In the pit of darkness.

In the desolate place.

In the place of absence.

In the place without presence.

In the place that was once inhabited.

Where that which was vibrant now just looks so dull and lifeless.

There you found yourself trying to bring the fire to the remaining embers, but the more you stirred the embers the more you just found ashes.

All you could feel was the dullness, the lifelessness, and worst still the real struggle to even talk about the “good times.”

Yes Lord what an effort, what an exhausting effort, expecting to find so many things to reminisce over with joy, but only being left with such sadness. Expecting to find those who had received much, and had the appearance of living so highly, to go out with a “bang”. But all I could see was them being so content to go out with such a pathetic whimper. What an incredible disappointment, what a pathetic legacy. I was left with such a downcast feeling of what was the point of it all.

And yet what is you see through my eyes, over and over, more and more, over and over and more and more, such a repeating pattern of repetition, as if I am making a point!

An intense and ever raging fire within my bones, an all consuming fire, a fire that cannot go out. Much that I have tried to put it out, all I have managed to do is make myself dull, and bury myself in the ashes. Will all the trauma I just want to bury myself in the ashes, and to blend into the background. For I say to myself “take a step back, for you will only get hurt.” “Just hop in the passenger seat for who cares where we are going?”

Yet as you have said, this fire cannot be quenched, this fire requires no fuel, this fire relies not on the works of man.

For there you find yourself back at the burning bush.

There you find yourself in the place of intimacy and reflection.

There you find me.

There you find me amidst the desolation, in the desert place, in the barren place, in the place of exile, in the place of the “outs”, in the place where you have separated yourself out, in the place where you have rejected yourself.

AND YET I HAVE NOT FORSAKEN YOU!

I have chosen you for this moment.

For you will bring deliverance to my people.

For you will walk into the place of seeming abundance and lead them out of captivity.

From the palace into the desert.

Carrying the treasures of your enemy.

From the confined place.

From the place where fear held you captive, to the place of my presence, of my abundance.

From the place where you were told how to walk, and what to do, and given the work to perform.

To the place where you walk freely, you walk in freedom, where you walk without restraint.

From the place where you could only look upon the treasure, or fashion the treasure for another to possess, to the place where you carry the treasure, where you possess the treasure, where you become the treasure.

WOW

For it is not as it seems.

For you put yourself in exile saying to yourself “what have I done?”

You took yourself out, yet now I am placing you back in.

You represent the coming out.

You represent what it is like to be “out”

You represent what it is like to be “free.”

That which you devalue, is actually the most valuable.

For you know what it is like to be delivered.

You were the first to come out.

Delivered by your parents.

Released by your parents into this land.

Placed in a place of influence.

By royal decree.

For everyone knows from whence you came.

Even your daughter speaks so proudly of your heritage and so passionately about continuing it.

Is this not such a great treasure!

Is this not so priceless?

Yes Lord this makes everything so worth it.

Yet I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU!

We have spent so much time talking about deliverance, the going in to bring out, a rescue mission, a breaking free from captivity.

But to come out of captivity is just the first step.

For you know that it is all about being together.

For you know that it is all about being so intimately intertwined.

For you nothing else matters.

For your enemy tries to convince you to dull yourself down, to turn down the temperature, yet when you are with me what happens?

You turn up the temperature x 1000!

He tries to convince you that if you release the fire, all you will find is more ashes.

Yet he is such a liar, what he is most afraid of is the utter devastation you will wreak on his territory.

For his time has come.

For it is time to release the fire.

It is time for the fire to dance upon the flow.

For my fire destroys the works of the enemy, but restores the fortunes of my chosen ones.

Release your passion, release your desire, for “you should do all that is in your mind”. I’ll join with you and your beloved in the fight.

For you shall see breakthrough on the left and the right, you shall see abundance on the left and the right.

Bring them forth into your territory, into our territory, for that which looks so desolate shall become a lush green pasture.

Go with my flow.

Release my flow.