The Story

The story

I want to tell you a story.

The one about the light shining in the darkness….

The glistening upon the water. Patterns of light. Paths of light. Reflections of me. Hovering above the deep. Shining upon the dark water.

Oh the pain of love. Like a barbed wire whipped upon my flesh. It stings, it leaves a mark upon my flesh. The joy, the smile upon my face through it all. The intense joy. Exuberant, exuberance, bursting forth upon my face. Count it ALL joy. But for the joy!

Seated. Take a seat. Have a seat. Be seated. No. Right here. This is the seat I have reserved for you, chosen for you, designed for you. This is the designated place. The place of overflow.

The honey, stirred with a special spoon. The one that is square with grooves. The groovy spoon. It contains the flow. From the spoon the anointing flows. From the gap there is no confinement. It is a passage of escape, where the flow escapes. It drips down with heaviness, and yet it flows. It is a solid flow. A flow that preserves.

Open your eyes. Fear not the enemy before you. Open your eyes.

Your container is full. It flows with fullness. It cannot be contained. Carry fullness. Let it flow. It breaks containment. It expands beyond that which contains it.

Your anointing is to flow. You anointing flows. Your anointing flows over. It preserves. It sticks. It holds up. It lifts up.

The flow elevates. It causes you to stand. Like a rope, it is strong. Like a rein it pulls up, it guides.

The cloud of the promise surrounds you. In pink. It swirls around you. Make patterns in the mist, in the midst. It lifts the flow. Like a butterfly with cloudy wings it rises high.

Come away with me. Come take my hand. Walk with me in the meadow. Come down the path. Hear the birds sing. You can trust me. The mist falls upon my face cooling the heat of the Son upon my face.