Sweet Restoration

Sweet Restoration

It’s a revival. Be revived. Revive.

Be alive with the touch from He who is life.

Without a breath from death to life. Just one touch from death to life. I touch that which has breathed its last and it comes to life.

Luke 8:49-55 While He was still speaking, a man from the house of the director of the synagogue came and said [to Jairus], Your daughter is dead; do not weary and trouble the Teacher any further. But Jesus, on hearing this, answered him, Do not be seized with alarm or struck with fear; simply believe [in Me as able to do this], and she shall be made well. And when He came to the house, He permitted no one to enter with Him except Peter and John and James, and the girl’s father and mother. And all were weeping for and bewailing her; but He said, Do not weep, for she is not dead but sleeping. And they laughed Him to scorn, knowing full well that she was dead. And grasping her hand, He called, saying, Child, arise [from the sleep of death]! And her spirit returned [from death], and she arose immediately; and He directed that she should be given something to eat.

Even the sweat on your forehead is proof of that which flows.

See it flow from the head that lies in darkness. That which is blackened will now be lightened.

Tarred and feathered. Bruised and blackened but in an instant revived.

You dig at the soil incessantly, without ceasing you dig. And then a hard thing. A sound of that which is immovable. The spade bounces off and it cannot be penetrated. A clang, a falling out. A breaking free, a freedom that breaks. It is out of your hands.

What is it that you have stuck? Be not struck by what I have done. I have gone and done it. I have gone and done it now. It is done, the work is done, it is gone and now done!

You have struck gold. A new kind of soil. It is refined, it is of a different colour and different texture. Fine like the dust. No more digging. Just scrape it off the surface. It rests on the surface. Easy pickings.

It may look the same. Just like the salt is like sugar. But one is bitter to the taste and preserves that which it rests upon, the other is sweet and full of flavour.

Oh taste and see that the Lord is good and his mercy endures for ever.

Not to be observed but to be tasted.

No more bitterness my sweet for I am pouring out my sweetness. Like honey it flows. It rolls over that which contained it. It is a continuous pour. It pours without confinement. Unrestrained. Be unrestrained. Without restraint. I’m not holding back, I will not be embarrassed.

You are my chosen. For purpose. No longer not for profit. You shall be for purpose. Fit for purpose.

Sugar like seed shall flow, from your hands, from your feet, from your lips. Like honey. Sweet but preserved. But it flows. One upon another. One falls upon another. One falls over the other. No rough and tumble but a smooth flow.

Unpreserved, dead but alive. A corpse that walks. Like a dead man walking. This is no zombie. This is my resurrected, the one I have called out. The one I have called forth. The one I call by name. Step forward where you cannot see. Step out of bounds. Beyond the boundary line. Beyond that which contains. For I have rolled away the stone.

John 11:39-44 Jesus said, Take away the stone. Martha, the sister of the dead man, exclaimed, But Lord, by this time he [is decaying and] throws off an offensive odor, for he has been dead four days! Jesus said to her, Did I not tell you and promise you that if you would believe and rely on Me, you would see the glory of God? So they took away the stone. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. Yes, I know You always hear and listen to Me, but I have said this on account of and for the benefit of the people standing around, so that they may believe that You did send Me [that You have made Me Your Messenger]. When He had said this, He shouted with a loud voice, Lazarus, come out! And out walked the man who had been dead, his hands and feet wrapped in burial cloths (linen strips), and with a [burial] napkin bound around his face. Jesus said to them, Free him of the burial wrappings and let him go.

I’m rolling away. I push that which now rolls. Roll with it. I am the author of momentum. That’s how I roll. I am He that starts what cannot be stopped. I move that which man cannot move. I move that which cannot, that which should not be moved.

I restore that which everyone has written off. Nothing is beyond repair for me. I am the master restorer. Nothing is lost that I cannot restore. Nothing is gone that I cannot bring back. Nothing is beyond my reach. Nothing is lost that I have not found. Nothing is lost that I don’t hold the claim for. I hold the master ticket. I hold the masters ticket for I am the master. I am the creator. Is anything too hard for me?

This is not a write off, for this is right on! This is what I have written and it cannot be erased. This is what I have said and it cannot be withdrawn. This is what I have purposed for it shall stand. Can my plan be in error? Can I make a mistake? Do I have second thoughts? No this is my first and only thought on this matter.

Isaiah 14:24-27 The Lord of hosts has sworn, saying, Surely, as I have thought and planned, so shall it come to pass, and as I have purposed, so shall it stand— That I will break the Assyrian in My land, and upon My mountains I will tread him underfoot. Then shall the [Assyrian’s] yoke depart from [the people of Judah], and his burden depart from their shoulders. This is the [Lord’s] purpose that is purposed upon the whole earth [regarded as conquered and put under tribute by Assyria]; and this is [His omnipotent] hand that is stretched out over all the nations. For the Lord of hosts has purposed, and who can annul it? And His hand is stretched out, and who can turn it back?