Saturated

Feeling dry?

Parched?

Wrung out?

For your hand squeezes ever tighter.

Tighter and tighter.

Your hand wrestles with that which I have put in it.

Tighter and tighter, whiter and whiter, tighter and tighter.

Wrung out, yet your hand shakes, refusing to let go. For I commanded you to get a grip. To hold fast, to hold, fast, to just hold on.

For this is the last drop. Look closer, real close, every pore wrung out. Nothing but the dry.

Even the ground dry before your feet.

Yet in a moment be filled. Be saturated.

Without there is nothing to offer.

Within there is much to burst forth.

Remember “it pours from your pores when you pause”

For the pores shall be filled beyond capacity. Saturated, be saturated.

Why be so surprised?

Did I not say there would be a green pasture?

Psalms 23:1-3 THE LORD is my Shepherd to feed, guide, and shield me, I shall not lack. He makes me lie down in fresh, tender green pastures; He leads me beside the still and restful waters. He refreshes and restores my life (my self); He leads me in the paths of righteousness uprightness and right standing with Him—not for my earning it, but for His name’s sake.

Have we not spoken before of the wide open space?

Genesis 13:14-16 The Lord said to Abram after Lot had left him, Lift up now your eyes and look from the place where you are, northward and southward and eastward and westward; For all the land which you see I will give to you and to your posterity forever. And I will make your descendants like the dust of the earth, so that if a man could count the dust of the earth, then could your descendants also be counted.

Yet you looked for the stream, for the water feature, yet all you could find was broken.

But you are my stream, you are my flow, you are my water feature!

For the drops fall on the desert soil, one by one, two by two, ten by ten, multiple x multiple, multiplied, a torrent!

A wash it is awash with my presence, my present.

For you shall lie down in green pastures. Is this not your longing. Is this not what you asked for?

Is this not the place of expansion? Even for man the one shall be 20. What do expect your God to do?

For you shall occupy that which was occupied!

Do not occupy yourself with habitation, be occupied with your occupation.

Why the pain in the neck, why the tightening of the throat? For I am breaking the yoke.

Expect the load to be lifted from your shoulders.

Promotion is coming. I’m running a promotion. Two for one. Two where you expect one.

You laugh for you expected the one child and yet received double for your troubles.