Cup That Overflows. Kingdom Conversations

 A very raw piece to share and some hard truths from the Lord. There is pain in the crossing over. January washed in like a hurricane. My soul bleeds. I see very clearly. Every dream and vision goes one of two ways - I feel numb and shut down or instant travail. The doorway is so close and one toe is always over the threshold. Daily I hear, almost on repeat, the Holy Spirit whispering,  "Well done. Keep going. I've got your back. Don't quit." I admit it makes all the difference. I learned a long time ago to hold my tongue. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to keep my face still, but in the last 2 years since lockdowns changed the face of the world, literally, I've found the place to pause and listen. If I try I can do it all day long, and I keep hearing the comforter cheer me on. I know the Lord is cheering you on too! "Keep loving them. Don't give up. Don't quit. I've got you." I dreamed of a silo. It reminded me of a giant bird feeder ...

 I heard the spirit of the Lord say, "There are not two garments. Your heart status dictates your garment. As if the wilderness of waiting, battle and training requires torn and battered garments and for some reason your expectation is that you can't trade it for a joy garment until the end." There is something about battle in the spirit and living peacefully in the natural that feels like double mindedness. It's hard some days to live here in the natural and still be a seer. I long for home. I long for Heaven because the Kingdom of God makes sense to me, body, mind, soul and spirit. I want to challenge that thought process though. I am not of two minds. I can war and I can have joy and it doesn't have to be a wrestling match to do both together. I don't have to change up my gear to be prepped for worship in clean shiny spiritual robes and switch to battle fatigues to do the business of Heaven. I feel my soul cry out to step up higher. I long for a place that ...