A Fruitful House

I’m rebuilding this house, I’m restoring this house, I’m rendering this house, I’m shaping this house, my hands are upon this house.

This is the potters house. I’m shaping the walls, I’m strengthening these walls.

I’m sculpting the walls, I’m moulding the walls. This is a unique house.

At first the mud, at first the clay, then the moulding, the shaping, the sculpting.

A different shape, an unusual shape, a well rounded shape. Not standard. Narrow at the base, broad at the hips, rounded at the top.

Hard to tell what it looks like until you see the splash of colour.

A vibrant colour, a primary colour, a bright red colour.

Splashed all around.

In an instant recognisable. One moment unsure, the next “why did I not see that?”

A house of fruit, a fruitful house.

A multiplied house.

For I have ploughed this ground. The ground furrowed by me, perfectly aligned, perfectly receptive to my seed. Aligned to receive.

A time for planting, a time for reaping, a time is now.

One moment your fingers upon the ground, ploughing the ground, the next the planting of the seed, like strawberries, a large seed, a blood red seed, then in a moment, in an instant ready for harvest. Running your fingers through the flowers, through the fruit.

What is it you see?

A huge wall an impenetrable wall.

Look again what is it you see?

A layered wall. Like an accordion you move it. I can see between the layers

Look again what do you see?

A shear curtain, a thin veil. On one side it looks like a wall, on the other a paper thin veil.

For I veil my approach in the storm.

What you perceive to be a boundary, a limit is so easily broken.

For you shall be without limit, without restraint.

For I want you to live in denial.

Yes deny all limitation, all deprivation, all restriction, for I have broken the chains. That which once held you, you now hold in your grasp. That which once bound you, I have now placed in your hand.

That which once rendered you powerless, now I have placed in your hand.

For I have renewed your strength. I have place in your hand immense power. No longer powerless, but as one who possesses all power.

For I have intimidated, intimidation, I have fear running scared.

For I want you to look again, look upon he who came against you, who roast against you. What is his position, what is his position? For he shies away from you, he is afraid to look you in the eye.

You say charge and before you move the enemy is running scared.

Psalms 18:36-40 You have given plenty of room for my steps under me, that my feet would not slip. I pursued my enemies and overtook them; neither did I turn again till they were consumed. I smote them so that they were not able to rise; they fell wounded under my feet. For You have girded me with strength for the battle; You have subdued under me and caused to bow down those who rose up against me. You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me, that I might cut off those who hate me.

Do not be afraid, be strong and very courageous. Just be strong, for this is my commanded blessing.

For you will cross over, cross over and possess this land that I have given you.