Over the Edge
For you are apprehensive for you fail to recognise what you have already apprehended.
Comprehend what is so comprehensive, for I want you to understand that which you have received.
You feel so on the edge, you feel the tension within and without, you feel the pressure to fight or take flight. You want to run away, you want to escape.
And yet are you not over the edge?
You hold on to containment, to contain, to hold on, to get a grip, to possess that which you have, yet I have given you that which you have not.
You ponder that which you had, yet receive not that which I now give.
For you have escaped containment, you were bound to be free, you shall now be bound to freedom.
You wrestle with yourself, for you don’t know how to feel.
You are uncomfortable with discomfort, yet will not receive my comfort.
Have you not seen, have you not heard, pay attention, sit up straight, give heed to your posture, walk erect, not as a free man, but as one who possesses freedom.
You restrain yourself, you constrain yourself, you chain yourself, you bind yourself, like Samson you want to be bound, you say “I’m tied up right now”. Yet I have made you free, you shall be free, for my spirit rises up within you, and bursts forth all around.
The enemy quakes at what I am about to do, the room cannot contain you, the space is too small, I am exploding within you.
You see the ruins all around, you are so used to being amongst the ruins, your comfort is the touch of that which is broken.
For you want to break that which is whole, yet you desire in your innermost parts to be whole. You have regard for lack, you like the gap, you crave the chasm, the crevice, the impossible leap.
Yet I have drawn you, I have called you, I have brought you together, I have restored restoration.
I have erased the rough edges of the drawing, I am smoothing the path, the curves in the place of the jagged edge.
For that which I have held back now breaks forth all around, for I am over it, I am all over it, there is no boundary I shall not cross.
Your heart yearns to rebuild the boundary and yet this boundary is beyond your reach, for I have far extended it. For your eyes see it off in the distant and you run towards it, expecting to be contained, expecting to find the boundary line. Yet it is now bound to the horizon, as you move I MOVE IT.
Now that is my sort of boundary.
Be without limit, be as one who possesses no limit.
For you forecast a deep depression, the gloom and doom, the overwhelming flood. Yet my forecast is blue sky, great blue sky. You know what I mean.
I’m conducting a blue sky workshop with you. Here is what’s on the agenda:
What is your dream?
What is your ultimate desire?
Describe it for me
Paint me a picture
Smile
Abandon all lack, for I have erased all lack, there is no lack, act as one who has no lack
Brace yourself for more, build an extension, make room for more, make allowance for more, for I have given you an allowance, a cheque made out to you for this amount “More”
When you encounter a limit, expect an increase, expect an erasure of debt, an over abundant supply.
For the picture you paint I am bringing to life before your eyes
For in the place of lack do you not now see fullness? Where there was nothing now receive again a years salary. Am I not making myself clear?
For you see it now don’t you, I have opened the treasure box, that which was closed is now open. I have broken open the vault, I have smashed the lock, it is now beyond repair.
For I know that you have no desire for the material, for I know that which you desire. For I know the one you love. I see what you see. I remember that which you remember, I feel what you felt, was it not the best time of your life! I feel you now, I am here…
It’s funny how you can’t even remember the car you were driving or the destination, you only remember the joy on her face, and her eyes upon you.
I know this is your most precious memory, your greatest delight, the pinnacle of your experience.
You act like this is the best it will become, and yet I am only getting started. You still wonder how someone so beautiful could love you. Yet am I not the author of love for that which is to come shall far surpass that which was.
When you are old and gray, you will look back on that which is come, and laugh yourself silly with the joy of it all.
The word is “majestic” for majesty and the glory of that which is to come shall far surpass that which was before.
You talk about your story and all who hear it rejoice at the wonder of it all, yet that which is to come will far exceed that which was before. For you stand upon that pinnacle and yet now see that off in the distance as one who is on a rocket to the moon.
For I have pushed you both over the edge, now is the time to fly, to soar as eagles to possess the land, to receive all that I have promised.
Come away with me, come out of seclusion, for your face is ravishing and your voice is majestic.
For this is no flight of fancy, this is the flight of the chosen, the redeemed, the restored, the majestic.
Be filled with wonder, be radiant with my joy, for your joy will be full. It shall be written all over your face, all shall know who it is that you have been with.
Be released, be free, abandon the cocoon, take flight, arise and shine for the glory of the Lord is revealed upon you.
Isaiah 49:16-20 Behold, I have indelibly imprinted (tattooed a picture of) you on the palm of each of My hands; O Zion your walls are continually before Me. Your children and your builders make haste; your destroyers and those who laid you waste go forth from you. Lift up your eyes round about and see the returning exiles, ready to rebuild Jerusalem; all these gather together and come to you. As I live, says the Lord, you Zion shall surely clothe yourself with them all as with an ornament and bind them on you as a bride does. For your waste and desolate places and your land once the scene of destruction surely now in coming years will be too narrow to accommodate the population, and those who once swallowed you up will be far away. The children of your bereavement born during your captivity shall yet say in your ears, The place is too narrow for me; make room for me, that I may live.
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