I have to laugh at the Lord, and the way He chooses to give me insight that yields his peace.

I have started hearing the wedding march in the air.

It is not about the decision the courts made yesterday.

It is about the emerging Bride.

There is going to be a wedding. Oh that we would anticipate it the way the lesbian/gay rights movement has anticipated theirs. Can we learn from that?

Can we judge that? Have we made them jealous for our heterosexual marriages? have we stunned them with our passion and love?

It takes some shaking to reveal the weaknesses in the structure. Let us look upon our own cracks in this hour.

Suppose…we have withheld legitimacy from a gay or lesbian couple and thereby have prohibited them from finding where all true marriage is birthed- in the heart of God?

If we have problems with gender here, what are we going to do in heaven when genderless beings are all around?

Suppose, the cry for marriage is really a cry for intimacy, for God, and his blessing? Can God separate a person’s behavior from the desires of their heart? If he does not do that the way we want him to, is that still okay? Doesn’t he do that with me? Isn’t that what I call mercy?

Suppose the Bride would not emerge the way she is suppose to without the fervency a perceived counterfeit produces?

Have we had an agenda all along, to love them so they would see things our way?

Isn’t the conviction of sin Holy Spirit’s job?

Are we setting ourselves up, as Christians, to be seen as ridiculous zealots and bringing our own prejudice upon us?

yes, my Bible reads- in 1 Cor 6- Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.

So if a person chooses the Bible I choose, and believes in the same Jesus that I know, and they choose to not inherit the kingdom of God, what is that to do with me? If there is a washing or a sanctification done, it is done by Jesus, not by me. How then do I condemn?

I think it is important that the sounds of heaven are louder in my ears than the sounds of earth. I hear the wedding march- the Bride is making herself ready.

While it was before the courts, my job was to fast and pray, as David did when his baby yet lived. But when the baby died, he arose, washed and anointed himself and went into a meal with others.

There is a marriage on the earth that transcends the earth and portrays the marriage anticipation in heaven. That cannot be legislated by man. Only God knows the fullest definition of that. I am not the expert.

The joy of my God is able to save the heart that wants salvation. The light from my King can open the eyes of the blind. The power of my God can keep those who belong to Him. The breath of my God is freely given and contains grace towards me. So my internal rest is not dependent on external fluctuations and change. It is by grace, I am saved, through faith- not of works- lest any man boast.

I went to some meetings in the spiritual realm before Ireland took her vote.

My King is on the move, he has a plan, and he is love. I rest there in confidence. My house is built on nothing less. Selah

I am not sure if her name is well known on earth, but one who is well known in heaven transitioned there yesterday. She had the prerogative to distribute if she wished, what remained. She chose to place it in the hand of her heavenly husband jesus because she trusted he knew better than herself.

I am not sure if that is why the angel was at the gym this morning. As I exercised he unrolled a tape measure. he explained that time is like a tape measure. Through being in it we can see the way things change as we progress. We see the desires and wishes that remain over the marks passings. I looked more closely at the marks on this angels time/tape measure. On each day was a Hebrew letter. The letter was what was required for the day. The letters in the day order became the testimony of Jesus. As we progress and the time measure unfolds we learn what was really in our heart, by responses and behavior. We learn and we choose.

As our bodies age, as people pass on, as relationships shift, and the marks are further on to correlate our passage here, we learn the truth- The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, Blessed be the name of the Lord. We become one with it, or we have the choice to, anyways.

What am I using the measuring tool of time for today? What am I choosing to become one with? What have I perceived that outside of time would not be conveyed the same.

Once the purpose of time is understood, time is no longer a master, but a blessing to be grateful for. I have the advantage of walking in sonship and choosing this day where I want to invest. Seeing how that investment turns out was never the goal. It is the change of me in the process that he is after.

It was funny today in the gym. The angel was see through, and the measuring tool was solid and colored.

In eternity, it will be the other way around.

Selah.

I was at the gym today. It was a day for going slow all uphill. Yahweh loves it when I match his pace instead of trying to outpace myself. From the first song he was there. He spoke about the memory that has been surfacing. Where skin was peeled in a cult activity. I have been having such a hard time staying in the awfulness of it. He has been asking me if I think his creation of skin is a good thing. Knowing, as he did, what cults would do. I am choosing the yes and feeling the resistance in my soul. That is why I get to or have to (depending on which perspective you share) look. My soul is out of alignment with his goodness here. Today, Misty sang- arms wide open, a heart exposed. And he spoke. No. I died with skin on little one. My heart remained covered by skin, so I could go through the aging process with each of you. To die without skin is not natural, or normal, or okay. While I died for it, for the pain of the sufferer and the sin of the perpetrator, it was not within my perfect plan, only my permissive one. My permissive plan allows for free will, and it is a better way. I began to cry. He was not done. Consider your timeline. Consider Job. Consider how I allowed him to be disconnected from his time line as a part of my process. Permissive and perfect. And as to your own experience, permissive but not perfect. Yet I am able to right all wrongs. And I make everything beautiful in its time. Weeping freely, who can tell, with all the sweat?

He reminded me of when I was 15, dead there on the floor of that barn, my spirit going up the stairs until he halted me by telling me I could not go further. Surely I am a wave. And surely the curse of Esau that has never been rescinded exists in me. I was so angry about his decision. Today, he brought redemption. You would never have been able to come through this door then as you are able to now. So, gently, he undoes me again. He would not settle for less. And I am struck by the importance of that door at the right time, being a part of his perfection. Selah.

Fridays are my favorite days to bless during this season. I have several that receive blessings this day, and they are zealous to make the most of it, each in their own way. One emails me in the morning about how the last blessing landed. One shares how life has landed and helps me interpret the impact of the blessing. One weeps. Feeling spirits move and shift and be legitimized and get their healing and learn their authority is very rewarding for me. Once upon a time I dubbed the three course in me as Exploring the Human Spirit, Healing the Human Spirit, and The Authority if the Human Spirit. One of those came into a teachable course format. The other two I am living and learning in my life and the lives of others.

Sp it was a surprise yesterday, when one of my blessees asked about deliverance and Father gave the prompt to instruct during a time usually intended for blessing.

As I spoke I realized that a lot of Christians do not have good current teaching about deliverance. My focus is not deliverance but I am known in heaven for getting things out of the way that keep a person from a reconciled state with Yeshua. I have learned about deliverance through that context. I know how to rebuke a demon. My authority there is absolute. If I have wisdom I will find and remove the legal ground, usually negative emotion, that keeps it there. To me there is no sense in getting someone free so they can become captive right after I leave. Removing them is a joy- the person should only ever be the person Father thought about as he made them. Seeing people back to that blueprint is very rewarding.

I was listening to a song yesterday that sang, whether I sink, or whether I swim, it makes no difference when I am beautifully in over my head. It made me remember the Lord in Psalm 139- The night shines as the day. Darkness and light are both alike to you.

There is no failure in learning how to remove what is in the way between a parson and Most High God. There is only not yet and success. All of this will be removed by or during the end of time here. Learning to do it before time is exited is more fruitful. It is more fulfilling of the command to take dominion over the earth and subdue it. To be fruitful and multiply.

Other entities that get in the way are earthbound spirits and little g gods, spiritual beings that have a different level of authority (than demons)as it relates to time and to their interface with man. The earthbound spirits go by eviction. The gods go through presenting a case before the Lord, so the Lord can rebuke them.

It would easy to become heady with the authorities these understandings bring. So it is always a good plumbline to see if my joy that my name is written in the Lamb’s book of life is greater than the joy that he has given me the protocol to find spiritual freedom. Understanding these things is secondary. Any knowledge that removes my need for Yeshua is fallen. Each time of setting the ‘captives of the mighty’ free is different. I always need Him and His wisdom. Anytime I am invited to see the prey of the terrible set free, it is an empty gong if love is not what motivates me. The Lord will contend with those that contend with me, is a truth that manifests differently than my original interpretation, and He will save my children is not a fear based promise but a multiplying one.

I am remembering today Isaiah, 49:25. Surely he makes everything beautiful in its time.

I had a ring that I loved. It had broken, the gem had fallen out of the setting. I had put it away in a box, for the day that had time to include its repair. I lost the box.

There has been a prompting, a nudge from Yah, to find it. I have looked. Seven possible places yielded seven different disappointments.

I am not sure if it is the Hebrew that was learned through Suuqiina’s teaching, or if it is because my best friend is moving, or if it is just a different type of freedom I am experiencing this spring. But the way Yahweh comes is changing.

I was at the gym yesterday, on the treadmill. My headphones were in and on. The song lyrics were-

Then You crash over me and I’ve lost control but I’m free
I’m going under, I’m in over my head
And You crash over me, I’m where You want me to be
I’m going under, I’m in over my head
Whether I sink, whether I swim
It makes no difference when I’m beautifully in over my head

And he comes. He rests. I feel him placing his heavy covering over me. I am pretty sure they gym is changing because he is there.

Further and further my heart moves away from the shore
Whatever it looks like, whatever may come I am Yours

And nothing has changed. But everything has changed. I always forget, when he has not come this way for awhile, how glorious and majestic and BIG he is! And I invite him into all times this way. I weep with his crashing over me. Surely I am in over my head. And surely I am farther from the shore than I have ever been. And there are experiences that are coming and I am utterly dependent on his keeping me because they are bigger than my discernment. But he is love. And he loves me so.

And of course, when I got home, he waited. Until I was in my office, seated and beginning a set of tasks. And ever so gently he said about the ring- have you looked in this drawer under this book.

His gentleness does not come as a response to my disappointments. But my disappointments are always changed by his response.

The ring is found. I am lost, over my head again. The knowledge that he knows, intimately, all the details of my life, make it safe for me to be so.

another song comes to mind- Long have I desired to be the place where you will dwell. Here oh Lord, have I prepared, a resting place. Here oh Lord, I wait for you alone.