Treasures of the Deep

That which causes others to sink shall cause you to rise.

It is I that turns the bitter into sweet.

It is I that keeps you afloat.

For I have given you the treasures of the deep.

The axe that falls shall rise. I provide the necessary ingredients. I provide the counter, the counterbalance. For I love the castaways, the cast offs, the left overs, the ones left behind, the wrecks, the broken pieces, the dry bones, the vestiges of what was. The discards, the disabled, the ones not able, the ones considered of no use. The useless ones are what I use.

The defeated, the weary, the terminal, those in need of respite, those past the age of usefulness.

The sunken, the fallen, the tired, the weak, the downtrodden.

For these shall tread upon the enemy. The dead and not buried. The ones past the point of no return. The ones with no insurance, the ones who know what it is to lack everything.

For the dispossessed shall possess. The cast off, shall cast, the wreckage shall rise.

The broken pieces, hidden in the depths, are not destroyed but are restored by the stream.

For I have stored them in the depths, beyond the reach of the surface dwellers.

For the anchor has risen and now the ship, for that which sank has now come to the surface.

It may look the same, but the substance has changed, the salt for the sugar. The bitter for the sweet.

Prophesy to the dry places and they shall be filled. The empty shall overflow. In the place of lack there shall be fullness. The hungry shall be fed, the need shall be met. For I have spoken, I have sworn by myself.

For I have but one word for you…

PLOP!

For today this day this word is fulfilled in your life.

For there shall be an exchange. The treasures of the deep, shall be the building blocks for the restoration of the dry.

From the depths, from the deep I have heard your cry. My hand is outstretched.

Psalms 18:15-19 Then the beds of the sea appeared and the foundations of the world were laid bare at Your rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of Your nostrils. He reached from on high, He took me; He drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy and from those who hated and abhorred me, for they were too strong for me. They confronted and came upon me in the day of my calamity, but the Lord was my stay and support. He brought me forth also into a large place; He was delivering me because He was pleased with me and delighted in me.

For deep cries out to deep at the sound of the waterspouts. At the sound of the bursting forth. At the place of the bursting. My cry echoes across the land.

Psalms 42:7-8 Roaring deep calls to roaring deep at the thunder of Your waterspouts; all Your breakers and Your rolling waves have gone over me. Yet the Lord will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

For the desolate shall be full. The driest place filled with the wet stuff!

In the unexpected place, expect the unexpected. For you shall see what you don’t expect. You shall see fish in the middle of desert. With stream or without stream.

For I shall bring the fish to you.

For the deep has called to the depths.

From the depths of despair, I’ve heard your cry.

Joy in the place of loss, laughter in the place of sorrow, strength in the place of weakness. A pulling, a drawing in the place of the pushing. Freedom in the place of frustration. Burst forth with with joy.

Elevate your hope.

Rise and shine, for your light has come.

A new dawn, a new era.