Beyond Capacity

Come away with me.

Be away with me.

Come along with me.

Let’s go for a ride.

You’ll be taken away by what I want to show you.

Come away, don’t come apart.

For apart from me you can do nothing.

Come away from yourself.

Be away from yourself.

Don’t come apart at the seems.

For you say to yourself “It seems…”

For it is NOT how it seems.

For the one who comes away, must walk the way of the parting.

For you have stepped into the way of the parting.

From the point of the departure, to the point of the parting, to the land of the promise.

At what point did you become free?

At the point of the leaving, at the point of the escape.

You call it an escape, yet did they not ask you to leave?

For if you have permission to go, how is it a way of escape?

For it is a walking away from captivity, a release from confinement, a coming out from the place of oppression. For it was a fight to escape a place I had no desire to remain in. I only stayed because you asked me to. You commanded me to “stay on the battlefield so that I would have the victory.” Yet at the appointed time, at the point of a lowly appointment, I believed it was time to go, and they asked me to leave. Yet ever since I have found myself on the battlefield, with contention after contention.

Did I not say “I am contending with your contention, so that you may be content.”

Yet I feel like I have been battling for victory and yet found myself in the place of defeat, of loss after loss. I could describe victory after victory, only to describe loss after loss. What is the point of the contention, if it only leads to defeat? I feel like a battle weary warrior, who has killed many Goliaths only to find himself resting in the desolate place without any plunder.

“Come and do what only you can do!”

“It’s your anointing that breaks every chain.”

Surely the point of the battle is to find yourself in the place of freedom, of prosperity?”

I feel like Samson having killed the 1,000 being left alone to die in the desert.

Yet for him I broke open the hollow place, and out from it flowed a fountain of water.

Can you not perceive it, can you not give heed to it?

For the fountain flows in the desert place.

For the fountain bursts forth in the desolate place.

In the parched place, in the exhausted place, in the tired place, in the place where you want to retire but are coming to the end of the abundant supply in the storehouse.

Yet this is the place.

Yet this is the place.

Yet this is the place.

This is the place of the clearing out.

This is the place of preparation for what is to come.

This looks like the empty place, yet really is the place of imminent fullness.

For when you walk the corridors.

For when you walk the well worn path of the corridors.

When you place your foot on the well worn path that no one has walked upon what is it you see?

A school full of classrooms, empty classrooms. I hear the sound of quietness, only the sound of my footsteps rise up into my ears. In a moment I am taken back to what you showed me so long ago. Whether I walked into the classroom on the right or on the left, it made no difference. I found a picture painted on the walls. When my hand touched it, the static image came to life.

For it is your destiny to walk the corridors of the desolate places and bring life to them.

When you look upon the lifeless, you can choose to focus on the “less” or the “life”.

Speak life to the desolate place and watch what I will do with that.

When you spoke these words from my lips what happened next? “This is a happening place, this shall be the place where the unexpected happens, where one comes in and speaks to another and says - did you see what just happened? Where one comes in and leaves with another, where the one becomes two, and the two becomes four.”

Indeed it is becoming the happening place. I feel like you have so much to say but the opportunity to have the microphone does not present itself as it should.

You act like you need to ask for permission, yet I have given you mine.

Those who get to hear your voice will be blessed as they open their ears.

I feel like I am passenger in everyone else’s journey, and even when I am out, I feel like I am impeding someone else’s freedom.

And here you have found yourself in the desolate place. I see you wanting to take a breath, and recover your strength, and yet when you breathe out, you breathe life into that which was dead.

No wonder you feel the weight of fullness, in the place of emptiness, for it is your destiny to burst forth in the dry place.

For you shall be like a well watered garden, a fountain of my goodness in the place of lack.

For you shall be like one who is “fulfilled”, one filled with my fullness.

Be released, burst forth, bring forth my abundance.

For the desert shall become a lush green pasture.

Speak life to the lifeless, speak strength to the weary, prophesy joy to those who mourn, lift up the hands of the weary, break open the hollow place and bring forth my fullness.

Lift your expectation, expect life in the place of the dead.

For I have called you Legion, for you shall be the one who breaks the chains of lack, who brings life to those who confine themselves in their tombs.

For you shall carry the broken chains of those once held captive.

It is time to be released, it is the time to bring release, it is time to prophesy the breaking of the chains, it is time to speak my words of truth into the place of lies.

For this is the time of the times.

For this is the time of the times.

For I will not allow you to hold yourself back any longer.

I have broken the chains of your confinement.

I proclaim the year of my favour, the release of the captives, the outpouring of the greatest abundance you have ever seen.

Look not upon the emptiness of the giant warehouse, prophesy fullness, an outpouring of my fullness. Expect fullness, proclaim fullness.

For the thirsty shall be satisfied, shall receive my fullness.

For I have sent you to the empty places, to be my fountain of fullness.

Do not contain yourself, do not hold yourself back for you will not be embarrassed.

Do not be dismayed at the sight of their faces, be overjoyed at what I am about to do.

For it shall be as you proclaim.

Do not describe the lack, or the parameters of the container, prophesy fullness, expect fullness, proclaim fullness.

Rely not on your capacity, but expect increase on the right and on the left and the resources to flow as you step in, and as you step out.

For there is no escaping my love.

There is no escaping my love.

For you shall walk through the place of parting, depart the place of lack, and step into the land that flows.