Reflections from the Soul

Reflections from the Soul

Monday, November 7, 2016

Sleeping Beauty Awakes

And I, yes I, will awaken the Dawn...

Though the briars have grown up around Her, though the thorns have grown thick and deep within Her, and though She has been sleeping for long years, I am awakening Her.  For I have relentlessly pursued Her.  I have not stopped gazing upon Her.  Though a spell of deception cloaked itself upon her, I have not forgotten Her.  Her Prince has come!  The Prince of Peace brings a kiss to the cheek of His Bride, to the Lips of Her Foundation.  She is Awakening!  She will no longer be My Sleeping Beauty, but my Awakening Bride that will Arise!  Yes, She is Arising in Splendor and with Beauty. 

Come with Me, My Beauty, My Bride...

Come away with Me, now...

Arising, she comes in Splendor...

For Her Bridegroom's Kiss has Awakened Her...

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Whose Are You?

     Imagine that God is a strong lion, and the accuser, representing all of evil, is a hyena, 'he says."  'Tell me, can the hyena hurt the lion?"
     "Yes," the boy says.  "He can chase him and with many other, take him down."
     'Well then, let's make the lion bigger, because God is infinite.  Let's make him as big as the field.  The hyena, being finite, does not grow bigger.  it is still the same size.  Now can the hyena hurt the lion?"
     The boy thinks for a moment.  'Yes, he could bite the lion's foot." he says.
     "Then let's make the lion bigger.  As big as the whole savannah.  Can the hyena now hurt the lion?"
     The boy thinks hard for a long moment.  "Well...Maybe..."
     "Let's make the lion as big as the whole world and the hyena now only a tiny speck on the field.  in fact, let's make the lion as big as all the worlds.  As big as the whole universe.  Now..."  he turns to face the boy, staff planted in the dirt before him, his gaze steady.  "Can the hyena on that field, who is still the same size, much smaller than a single atom on the surface of a billion suns, hurt the lion?"
     "No," the boy says, eyes wide with wonder.
     "Can the hyena threaten the lion?"
     The boy shakes his head.  "No."
     The teacher looks off to the horizon and draws a deep breath through his nostrils, "Can the hyena even bother the lion?"
   
The answer is plain to the boy.  "No," he says.
    The teacher looks down and offers an approving nod.  "Always remember, this is how big and powerful your Father is.  The only thing bigger in His wisdom and His love for you, because God is love and you are His son.  The hyena can only bother those who do not know who they are."


From; The Forgotten Way- Ted Dekker


Saturday, November 21, 2015

Moments in the Secret Place

Mystery...

it sits with me
in a kiss of brokenness-

In a washing of His Presence,

leaving me
breathlessly weak, I am

still...

In the Valley of Baca
ground soaked -

He sees me.

Seeds watered,
not gone unseen,


Letting go, I'm released-

to dream and breath;
beautifully broken,
He sweetly whispers...

come away,
with Me.

Landscapes Within My Soul

You come with
gentleness,
meeting me in my
woundedness.


A tear is


falling
from Your cheek, as You
walk in.

After a little while-
of sitting at my side

seeing my deep needs,

You serve me.

Offering a plater of
faith and trust, as You whisper to me,
my name......

Dawn.....


followed by the truth that
Dawn comes,
just after the darkest window of night.....



Rising .......
is
Your everlasting hope,
with warmth,
where Your Spirit
reaches the coldest
places of my
inward parts.

Holy Spirit...
without You,
I would otherwise,
have no assurance
for the dawn.
Reaching the eye in me....
my most tear broken
of moments....



Dive into the
well of my soul...
where corosion
in hollow crevices,
unknown to most,
still thirst for release,
to be cleansed
from the mold
of my past.


Bit by bit,
You have chiseld
off residue,... in a
refining...as like
silver;
gold.
You watch, as I
too often, resist,
surrender.
You understand,
though what often,
I do not.

I question at times,
how You understand,
when nothing changes,
and burning ensues.

Nothing can be

secluded
from You, but
rather it is only a matter of
being broken,
by the storm-
before I admit
how You knew
all along.....deep pain songs
I was singing.

It's then too,
that I praise You,
Oh Lord...
with my eyes,
absorbing Your beauty....

whether they can see or
not see
through the storm,
I begin to see You
there, with me.

For me.

You stay with me,
Lord, with Your
Holy Spirit....
wrap-
ping
around me
in
the cold
of my shame,
in the heat
of my blame
in the darkness,
of my pain....
You press in until I know
You, have found
me.
When cowered
in a ball, in
the corner of unbelief

You shelter me
from further attack
of such enemies.....

though I don't always see,
it is Your love,
that does not
escape me.

There is nothing, tootight for You,
that you cannot unlock


within me.
Though I may fight,

too keep hidden,

any deeper doors
tucked


far within me,

You let me fight,


until I'm weak......

and You rescue me from

what remains,
so that You, may radiate
in all Your glory!


Your patience Lord,
grows me,it is never sleeping!

Not even a nap -

do You allow Yourself.

Like how You
wait for the storms-

to pass...
wretched in fear

inducing debrie,

still you wait, for

someone, like me.



Never late are You,
with the rising sun.

It rises,
on far horizons,
though .....

somedays, we may not see...
the color it's painting
with His every rhythm....
over the open seas,
of life.

Over faces of
change,
You Oh Spirit of God,
never dress Yourself
in masks of deciept,
but only in that
which is

lovely.

Eventually,

I begin again,

letting the pen
flow
out all
that lies
within.
And again,
eventually,
I come back.
Kneeling down at the bedside
of my soul.

How You always
show me,
I am worth Your time.
Your Spirit takes


time,
even while I sleep, to
churn slowly,
yet fearlessly,
these fragile pieces of resignation.

Pieces that from time to time,
teter,
back and forthback and forth
back
and forth .....
contemplating their
stay, to where each and every
piece
of surrender,

of anger,

of hurtful words...
debate their chance to

run
from this safety....seemingly

still a bit unstable,
for they're locked in a stable
of doubt
,
struggling to beleive,
there is a way out....
still insecure at their new
found place,
but with diligent pace,

Your hope runs.....
like faucets of crystal mountain
springs...

in another rush
for healing...






That place inside my
painful mind
of choice ....

that to remain,
in the rush of this
longed for washing,
I will not drown.
Dawn Shape
embracethedance - publishing
copywrite 2006

Friday, August 14, 2015

Perfection, completion, fullness...

I had challenged myself tonight to a 45 min. run. Wanted to see just how far I would go and if I could manage that long, at the pace I run.  I got just past my normal 30 min. mark.  In that time, I off and on, increased my pace.  Seeing that I had about 15 min. left, I began to feel the difficulty that the 'last leg' of the run might be for me. 

Here I've been sweating profusely, while at the same time, enjoying the breeze of the built in fan on the Elliptical.  But, in that moment while preparing mentally for what began to feel harder and harder, a sudden sense of His Presence, fell on me.  I knew that I felt Him, my Jesus, almost as though He walked up behind me, and breathed His strength on me, in a way that would let me know He was right there with me. 

Each time I have been working out, doing my run... He has whispered.  It has been lyrics each time.  Yes, in one way it's inconvenient for me, because I'm either going to have to stop and log into facebook and send me a personal message to write them, or say them over and over again till I'm done, and well,.... that's not easy or preferred.  I've learned also that those are "divine" interruptions, and I think they are to teach me to "pause" and respond to The One Thing- Worship- in whatever way that comes.  To steward those moments in a posture of obedience, in recognizing He is seeing if I will respond delightfully when it may be a bit inconvenient... for the sake of His gaze and adoration.  Intimacy and the gift of His ever increasing hosting of His Presence in my life.

As quickly as that breath of His Presence fell upon me, it also left.... not that He left, for He's with me everywhere I go... but that moment of His 'manifest' Presence.... I feel it tangibly when it comes...

Then I heard His whisper in that same moment it fell upon me....

"this literal workout and run, (like the running of your life),... that has right now become harder, more difficult, and a run that you stretched yourself to achieve...  is like that run of your life.  When you have felt you just can't go much farther without wanting and considering "stopping or giving up".... I have come all those times and breathed upon you.  NO, you haven't always been aware or noticed when I have... what pleases me and delights me, is that you have always responded in courage...even when you did not discern my breath upon your strides, moving you further than what you thought you could go...  You have not given up on the race.  I love this about you. Even when you went into that spiritual a coma... when all you could do is breath on the sidelines.... in the secret place of your soul.... you cried out to Me, over and over you cried out to Me, in your anger and in your sadness.... you still came, to Me.  No, you didn't see Me well then... but you never stopped coming to Me... that is what running life is about... Never taking your eyes off of your true North... and even when deceived in the midst of the trial.... you looked for Me, and continued to look for Me.

I completed my run tonight....

As I wrote that last line above, suddenly I saw the number of miles in my mind, that I ran tonight... and I looked up at Him and began to giggle... and giggle... and giggle.... why?

I ran 7.1 miles tonight in my set out goal of 45 min. 

Do you know what the number 7 means...?

Perfection, completion, fullness..

He is so beautiful how He speaks to me... how even now in my writing, He whispers things that I didn't catch earlier, to confirm to me, "Yes, my Daughter.... I was with you tonight, and I breathed on your pace tonight so that you could come to a perfect place of completion, in all the fullness of My Presence." 

He whispers...
He delights in the whispers...
He delights in our listening to those whispers...
He delights in teaching us His beautiful love language He has specifically designed for each one of us.

Have you asked Him to teach you, reveal to you, how He longs and does whisper to you? 

Come... invite Him to teach you and unveil His unique way of whispering....

It is the sacred song of songs... reserved just for you...

He's waiting....

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Rest in the Race

I've begun running again on an Eliptical.  Its been such an encouragement for me!  Today, while pushing a much higher level of resistance, feeling the demand of breathing required, I began to see into the moment, more deeply.

I noticed that my only focus physically was my breathing.  It became what was right in the forefront of my mind.  It was in rhythm with my pace, and the music I was listening to.  I became so aware of my breathing, that I couldn't think of anything else.  It became prominent, to everything else that was going on with my body.  My goal was to finish, and finish well.  To maintain a pace that would keep me on target.  But, what rhythm was playing musically impacted greatly my ability to keep pace.  And every breath properly inhaled and exhaled, also greatly impacted my overall ability to continue the run.

Then, my thoughts were intercepted.  I saw the run I was doing in metaphor and all that was physically manifesting and going on inside me and with me, became a spiritual moment.

My run became the race of life.  The difficulty and level at which I was running became the seasons of warfare.  The music became the things I let sing over me, spiritually... in my mind, through my mouth.  What I choose to spend my time listening to, .... My breath became that which I choose to breath in spiritually speaking.

Then, as my breathing became consistent I realized it rested into a place of consistency.... it stayed the same, and my breathing rested into a pace and pattern that kept my lungs and ability to run, moving forward.  If in any way I would change my breathing, it changed my capacity to stay on pace and in rhythm.

Breathing became a siginificant point of contact on how I was doing.

I have had my share, long term even- seasons of warfare.  I have had my share of difficulty in navigating how I should run the race, in the midst of it.  I have often times... found moments when I just wanted to give up breathing... as I did today while running.  When the run was getting so hard that I knew the only thing that would keep me going was the goal.... my goal was to maintain the 7 min. mile I was aiming for over the course of 30min. regardless of the increase I chose in resistance today.

This all translated to my spirit like this...

When the race becomes so hard that we barely are able to find the breath to continue, let alone see it through to the finish... what we surround our self with, emotionally, mentally and spiritually, and physically is vitally connected and imperative to the end result.

What I listen to - will determine my pace; my mind becomes filled with lies midst the run of life, my pace will be detrimentally affected... it will slow my rhythm, and slow to a place of literally wanting to give up.  That is the goal of the lie.... to ultimately exchange a truth for the lie.... which is always to steel, kill and destroy- your run or your race of life.

What I breath in - will affect the oxygen that I have going into my spirit... it will affect how I speak, how I go about my day...  it will rob me of finding joy vs. negativity in all forms.  Jesus said, "my words are spirit and truth."  What we take into our spirit, will affect our spirit in direct correlation to the spirit behind what we are taking in.  HOW vital it is to be mindful of what I allow to hover and pour into my spirit, ... for what comes in, will come out! Out of the heart, the mouth speaks.... so its essential that I guard what the springs of my heart have going into them.  (Proverbs 4:23)

What I look at - what I focus on and gaze upon as Bill Johnson says, "We always reflect the nature of the world we are most aware of. ----Bill Johnson (Hosting The Presence)"  So... am I looking at all the difficulty, challenge and darkness that surrounds me, keeping my gaze in fear?  OR am I looking from Heaven to Earth?  From His Kingdom Come to Earth.... Looking into His Word, for Jesus is the Word made flesh to this world, for our healing and deliverance-  AM I remembering that I am seated in "heavenly places" and letting this impact my 'sight'?  My long distance vision?  (Eph. 2:6) For this will affect my perspectives - living FROM Victory, or TO Victory?

When these things are made mindful in my life, then my breathing and going through, my ability to continue to run, enters a place of Rest.  Rest.  "For in quietness and trust (rest) is your strength." (Isaiah 30:15)  When you are in a peace filled state of rest... your breathing settles into a place of rest.  Like your 'resting heart rate."... Your spirit settles into a resting heart rate in the spiritual realm... where your spirit can rest in a state of peace, because your gaze, what is going into your spirit, what your focus is upon, begins to manifest physically and mentally and spiritually... causing you to go through till the end.

I made my goal today.  It was difficult.  It required everything for me, to finish.  My eyes set as a flint to the north on truth, and persevering.  My spirit coming into agreement with His Spirit... letting in the good... that I might find strength.  Breathing in His words of truth, songs of worship and songs of strength.... letting my pace physically and spiritually rest into a place that was strong, and deeply rooted in truth!  

Take a deep breath...

and may you run with patient endurance, the race set before you... and may you find rest, for your soul... on the road ahead...

Sunday, April 5, 2015

The Game Changer

Please take a moment to watch the video here, before reading the devotional.
 
 
 
 
 
 A town perishing.  Invaded by evil- breathing death over all who dwell there.  Imminent destruction by an enemy bread for one purpose.  Destroy all who live. 
 
Such evil brings not just fear, in its attempt to destroy, but with that fear comes lies.  Lies meant to undergird the very fear, the very assignment decreed - against them.
 
What does man do against such hate?  Such evil?  Where is there any hope, in a battle that appears all has been forsaken?
 
You've been there, haven't you!?!?! 
 
If not, you may yet encounter such a moment. 
 
Gripping my fingers tightly to the arms of the theatre chair, I was feeling the gripping fear overcoming the town. 
 
But the father had a plan... that would be unstoppable in his heart.
 
And his son, that saw beyond the evil, and into the opportunity before him, ran to seize what he saw as key to overcoming what was facing all of them.   
 
It would be a pivotal game changer for the fate of Lake Town.  Though he could have been drowned by fear, courage and faith was swallowed instead.  It propelled him into the high places, where only there are our enemies faced and taken down.  A realm that few climb to.... but many need to. 
 
Man often will attempt to use his "own arrows" to fight a battle.  Reaching into his own resource and wisdom to wage war.  Grabbing for anything that might take down the darkness.  Soon finding... it is no match for what is before him. 
 
Leaving him without armor strong enough to overcome.
 
In the midst of the battle, he will encounter lies.  There will always be lies. 
 
For lies are the hinges on which the doors of evil remain open.  Whereas truth is the handle we hold onto, keeping such doors firmly shut.
 
And so what do we hear Smaug, spew forth?
 
"Who are you to stand against me? "What a pity... what will you do now, Bowman?"  "You are forsaken!"  "No help will come!" 
 
And, the battle will always be personal... or eventually become personal....

"Is that your child?" "You cannot save him from the fire, he will burn!"
 
I have heard everyone of these lies assault me into the terror of fear.  And, I imagine you have a story or two to tell, when you did too. 
 
As I peered deeper into this scene, I saw this to be one of the most beautiful scenes I think, ever.  At least one of them.  How can that be so, you might be asking... ? 
 
As the son stood top of that tower right in the center of the battle, he heard the words of his father gently, draw near.  In the stillness of the father's own courage, he tells his son...
 
"Stay still, son."
 
In another story, the words are written.... "Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”  Psalm 46:10
 
The father realizes then in that moment, that his son is standing not only in the gap of this evil before him, but that his son is also going to steady and provide him a place in which to rest the very arrow that will defeat Smaug. 
 
Something so deep rose up in my spirit as I watched this.... His son, was the one who held the weapon through which the enemy, the dragon would be defeated. 
 
In another story...The Father, sends His son as the weapon that would defeat the dragon, Satan.  On a high place on a hill, hanging on wood, on a cross.  It would be the ultimate game changer for all mankind.
 
The son, stands facing the father, while the dragon as you see, is breathing a fiery breath of evil against the sons back.  Horror surrounding him.  In a moment the son turns his gaze away from the father, and stretching slowly turns his gaze onto the dragon.  While doing so, the father says,
 
 "Look at me, you look at me." 
 
In another story, facing the fiery breath of Satan's lies against him, while facing the cross, the Son of God is tempted to turn his gaze from the Father to the evil facing Him.  But, in that garden, where he sweat drops of blood, as a precursor to the blood that would come pouring out of His body... He looks up to His father after pleading this cup be taken from Him, and says, "Not my will, but Yours." 
 
We can only do the will of the Father, when we set our gaze upon Him.  For it is then we can like Jesus, see the joy set before Him.  And the joy promised before us.    Isaiah 50:7 ....Therefore, I have set My face like flint,"  When we steady our gaze upon the Father in Heaven, the enemy's voice will hold no sway over us.  Fear becomes faith as we set our eyes, our gaze on the Father. 
 
It is imperative that we understand that what we set our gaze upon, we make agreement with.  As this son stood steady and still, eyes fixed on his father, the son made agreement with his father, therefore empowering his father.  In the same way when we set our gaze on our Father, we empower the angelic realm to go to battle on our behalf. 
 
When we begin to understand also, that agreement with fear will always empower the enemy, but agreement with faith in our Father, will empower His Heavenly Kingdom, we will learn that the enemy really is all about bringing a "rattling" noise around us to distract us, get our eyes and gaze off of our Father, as sons and daughters.   
 
Furthermore, the son helped his father the most, when he kept his gaze on his father.  In the same way, we help our Heavenly Father most when we fix our eyes on Him, and His son, Jesus.  And we can be certain, that our Heavenly Father, through the voice of His Holy Spirit will always call us back to his face, call our gaze back to Him at the very moment the enemy speaks lies to us.  Therefore, we MUST know our Father's voice.  The temptation to look at fear is the number one way of the enemy to keep us in fear.  But we must in those moments, turn our eyes upon the Father.  It is time alone, in what I call, "the secret place," where I learn to know His voice most clearly.  Time spent in His Word, in prayer, worship, in being still and learning to know He is God!
 
Just a couple days ago, I was going through a battle.  The enemy began to 'up' the rattling noise of his strategy's and it brought out of me, a fierceness of spirit to overcome.  To wage war.  Late that afternoon, I went out pacing beneath the late afternoon sun, in circles.  I felt that the enemy was doing circles around me with fear.  As I stilled my heart, my spirit, and became conscious of the open heaven I believe I live beneath, and became completely in tune and aware of His manifest presence with me, I heard His whispers.  He showed me this:
 
There was a football field with two teams standing on the field.  It was the beginning of the game.  He told me, "one of the teams on the field has been given a word.  They have been told that they have already won the game.  BUT,... they still had to go through the process of playing the game.  They were going to win, but the game itself was yet to be played."
 
This was a game changer for this team.  Why? 
 
The Holy Spirit continued....

"How then does that mean they should play their game?...knowing they will win the game?  They must realize that they have two choices.  They can play from a posture of fear, when the enemy comes hard against them and attacks in the most unexpected ways.  For he will come against them and attack in ways they won't see coming.  Causing them the potential to make moves based on fear.  It won't change the outcome, but it will change the way they go through the game itself. 
 
OR
 
They can play the game from a posture, stance, vision and perspective of Victory.  From a mindset that plays the game from having won, already.  This will allow them to not only play the game from a winning standpoint, but as well, the amount of peace they will play with and the impact on them while playing will change the very atmosphere around them.... and will actually weaken the plans and strategies of the opponent... the enemy.  It will allow the enemy to be frustrated.  While you are playing from a place of strength and joy and peace."
 
"Dawn, you are called to play the game of life from a posture of bringing Heaven to Earth.  You have the choice to set your eyes on Me, to look only at Me, while playing this game, because you know, it has already been won for you.  You need only look at Me.  And play this game of life, which last for only a short time, from a place of Victory, a place of being an Overcomer, a place that says, "no weapon formed against you shall prosper, and I have you held in the palm of My hand.  You are hidden in the shadow of the Almighty God, and my Angels are decreed on your behalf to be sure you don't loose!!!" 
 
I walked from that moment, in a place of greater peace.  A place of knowing that this is a game changer. 
 
That scene in that movie, was another moment that will be imprinted on my heart forever.... a game changer moment for me.  Not one I didn't know... but one that reset my gaze as a flint again, to the North, for that battle, in that moment.  We all need our minds to be "reset" from time to time.  He is faithful to help that happen. 
 
Dear King Jesus,
 
Thank you for turning my gaze to the North, for showing me that I am in a position to play the game of life from Heaven to Earth.  Your Kingdom come, on Earth as it is in Heaven.  Remind me often, to pay no attention to the rattling noises of the enemy,... to see that it really is a "smokescreen" to lies that fall powerless at the mention of Your Name.  That the sword of Truth is always a destroyer of the Lies, and that the enemy must fall and be rendered powerless by the shed blood of Jesus. 
 
I pray Father for ___________________ who is in a battle right now, that feels far darker than it does light for them.  Shine the light of truth on the door handle of her situation, so that the hinges held together by lies, will have no hold any longer. And the open doors of lies be shut tightly, holding know power over them, as they hold to Your truth.  That they might hear your still, small voice, that says, "Be still and know that I am God."  That they may hear those compassionate and loving words, "No, look at Me, you look at Me." 
 
And may they know, it is all the game changer they need, for the battle is and has been already won.  Amen.