He weeps with my heart now.
His pride is a sacrifice in the incense of the holy place.
What you sacrifice once you always get to give.
It is the remnant that reveals what he rescued you from; it becomes beautiful because it now serves to reveal the depth from which he redeems.
Everything in heaven is changed by the cross.
The politics are settled.
The worries are done.
What he learned about stray thoughts here on earth is being magnified in heaven. The more you look, the larger it gets, in a way both unexpected and wonderful.
And it is never because of the deeds or focus of a man. But the deeds and focus of God within a man is what remains. Surely the grass withers; the flowers fade, and He who is the Word, became flesh and dwelt among us will stand forever.
The record, or testimony becomes a trail that leads to the throne. Heaven’s overlay is upon the things of earth for those who have eyes to see. The overlay carries the certainty. The earth is time to trust. When the certainty comes, the need for making sense loses its significance.
The idea that anything does not make sense is ludicrous when the old has passed away.

Fix your eyes. Let the revelation change you.
The hunger for understanding, the words and the intent, was hunger for God’s love.
The son goes farther than the father- this is not a challenge but a blessing.
Interpretations mature with heaven’s perspective.
How it seemed loses strength as the sun of a new day dawns and the truth of what is and what shall be molds over what was.
Hope without knowing what is hoped for, becomes faith in its remains.
He was led in the way that was right for him.
He was taught respect to prepare him for love.
He was affirmed.
He received.
He was ready.
And now.
He has permission to be a little boy and play.
He is known already for his zeal.
The appetite remains and the focus has changed.
Seeing through the eyes of heaven has created a cry for justice on the earth. Not just for the actions of others, but also for his own. Teachers everywhere will receive a new sound.
The fear of regret no longer blinds, when all condemnation and any possibility of it is removed for the last time.
Forgive what God has forgiven. Receive then, freely, what is released.
Pressed down, shaken together, running over.
The old has passed. The new must come.
Know the redemption! The measure of the wound is proportionate to the revelation needed for healing! Were you wounded? Aha! Then you get more of the cross!
The joy remains, as do the names in the wailing wall of my beloved.
Multiplication comes alongside forgiveness and gratitude.
Recognize the yearning to be great. We all have it. harness it under the cross. Let the blood that removes our name being associated with sin have its perfect work in also removing our names from the place where the glory belongs to the Lord.
From heaven, the view is that the night was divided from the day. And God said it was good.
The ode that remains is the one that furthers the testimony of Jesus upon the earth.
Selah.