Finished.

Suffering. 

This suffering - is a suffering we will never be able to wrap the mind of our own wounds around. 

A suffering our wounds will never come close to enduring.

A suffering, where words- fall to the ground. 

A suffering where the song that is heard, is heard in the screaming silence of His death.

It is a suffering and death that was reserved, for Him -

alone.

Forsaken by His Father-
 so that His last words might be-

It

Is

Finished.


http://soulbreather.com/fr_blog.cfm

The music alone, created such a sacred space for me, that my heart was speechless... except for the expression of such a moment.  As you watch, I invite you to let the music draw you into the depth's of pondering-
pondering that which He did,

for you.

Forsaken

Those words, Why? Why? Why have ---You---forsaken me?

When one is crushed to go through such a cross, one will ask such a question. One will be thrust, into the darkness of such nights. Nights where even shadow, becomes hope. That hope is correct. It is in hope, that darkness will, if we let it, become our very deliverance.

For in the darkness, He is preparing for your resurrection.


Please take a moment to watch this moving video, dear friends of mine have made.

http://soulbreather.com/fr_blog.cfm

One song. One Spirit.

One song.

One worship service.

Forty eight minutes long, ...just this song. 

This is the worship, the Holy Spirit, I know... in my secret place.

I don't have the words yet to write about this.  I'm still soaking in the rain of His glory and the rain of His presence.  He is ushering in, on so many levels for me right now.  I'm replaying this song right now... His presence is still resting heavily on me right now, and it's about to rain down more again. 

This, is the Holy Spirit I know.

This, is the Holy Spirit I have tasted.

This, is the Holy Spirit that longs to camp around our lives. 

So, this is where my life, my heart, my entire being camps.  It is where warfare is done.  It is where healing and deliverance, happen.  It is where the storehouse, the floodgates of the open Heaven's above, are moved.  They are moving.  He is coming for a bride that is pure, spotless and blameless because of The Blood, The Lamb.  It is a season of stripping away.   For the glory of His resurrection has come forth.  The sheet is tearing... His glory is breaking in.  The Father is on the throne.  The Lamb has been slain.  The King is riding a white horse.  His roar is roaring in my heart, and He is coming as my Lion of Judah.  For me.  For all who have Him in their heart.

But, much is yet to be done.

IT is being done, camped around His presence.

My only longing, is to host that presence- powerfully. 

Because wherever we go we bring the Kingdom.

His Kingdom.

May I have such an encounter with Him...  that the dove remains. 

His presence, remain.

On me. 

So that, He may go forth through my life, no matter how crazy, it looks. 

I will not be ashamed of His power. 

Let it come.
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  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7doEhwuVEOE

"Our Father" - Bethel Church

P.S. Thank you Bethel, for your abandon to His presence.  For putting this out there on youtube, for those like me, who hunger and thirst for nothing more... and who through your faithfulness to be available to His presence, allow the supernatural flow of His presence, manifest itself here in my home...  And thank you Holy Spirit, for your faithfulness... for responding to such small invitations, such as mine- to come.