Beyond Measure

Restorer of Dreams

I have given you the power to restore dreams.

Beyond measure. Get beyond measure. Be without measure.

Not “be measured”.

Be without measure.

For I have given to you without measure.

For I have given you without measure.

For my fullness is beyond measure.

A splash of this, a dash of that.

You have always sought to define, to measure to quantify.

Yet behold a great mystery.

The love of mystery, the mystery of love.

For my love is not measured, my love is not proportional, it’s not rationed, is not rational.

When I pour out the only option is overflow.

Look it up.

Your favourite passage, the pressing down, the pressing down, the great pressure for what purpose?

To make room for more.

And yet it flows beyond the boundary, beyond the room you made to receive it.

Luke 6:38 Give, and gifts will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over, will they pour into the pouch formed by the bosom of your robe and used as a bag. For with the measure you deal out with the measure you use when you confer benefits on others, it will be measured back to you.

For I am without limit.

I am beyond containment.

The measure is heaped, it is not a level measure.

For my recipes are filled with abundance.

More of this, more of that, more of the other.

You know the packet mix that says it serves 4 and yet you add to it and it only serves you?

Well I’m mixing it up, a new serving size.

That’s it. You look at the oversized packet and expect it to feed multiples and yet this is a serving just for one, just for you.

For my sizes, my portions are designed for fullness. For one, for many, for fullness, beyond capacity, beyond containment.

Oh the joy, the fullness of joy, the abundance of joy.

Beyond definition, beyond measure.

For I am not measured in my approach to you.

Break the yoke, for I have broken the yoke, due to fatness, due to prosperity.

For you are my symbol and source of blessing.

My seal, my example, my representative, my testimony.

My celebrant, my celebrity, my symbol of celebration.

For the cup I have given you runs over.

Psalms 23:5-6 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head withoil; my brimming cup runs over. Surely or only goodness, mercy, and unfailing love shall follow me all the days of my life, and through the length of my days the house of the Lord and His presence shall be my dwelling place.