8/18/09 (4:15 am)
Copyright Carol Kindt
“Every day, you’re in a new place...if you will yield.” This came to me at around 4:15 am this day, as I was headed back to bed (And of course, I’m up writing this now!)
Restless and awake for quite some time, I knew God had something for me – so I got up. I was led to see if there was any news of interest or something disturbing occurring that was making me sensitive enough to not sleep. Many times, there is something right to the point on GOD TV at these hours. However, this time I checked my email and saw encouraging words from everything I read: Elijahlist, Chuck Pierce’s always encouraging words from the Lord, even when there is danger ahead; Marsha Burns’ word from the Lord in Small Straws in a Soft Wind, based on Philippians 3:13-14 “Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”; and Shirley Weaver Ministries’ fresh word from the Lord also, flow with the Lord in what He is doing, and do not carry what is not to be carried, by yielding to His lead.
The Lord is continuously drawing us upward! In Him is ONLY LIFE; and He wants us to live and feed on His life in order to “increase” us to be more like Him. There is no way we can attain this on our own – it’s supernatural (our “natural,” as believers). So, I yield yet one more time; again and again, I yield to a new place in Him and with Him. Nothing stays the same with our God. We search for “same” anymore, and it is nowhere to be found!
In a brief, yet powerful statement, Steve Shultz commented in the lead-in to Chuck Pierce’s contribution today, “...this is a time to be vigilant in everything and in all ways. This is not the way most of us grew up; we grew up expecting things to remain the same.”
There is no “same” anymore – except with God. Only He is the same; yesterday, today, and forever. Our lives, yielded to Him are never the same again. And this “never the same again” can occur on a daily basis! So, watch out! Just when you least expect Him...something will shift and change to reveal more of Himself and you.
Our flesh, the remainder of the old man, screams inside for some semblance of order, some “same” to be there, even for a moment. It seems that it is something to hold on to, yet it is the most illusive thing imaginable. We are sure “same is security,” but that is a huge myth. We must renew our minds daily with the Living Word – and, by golly, we must change, yet again!
“But, I changed on Monday!” All well and good – however, IT’S TUESDAY now! Please note: Every cell and pore in your body has changed by now also. Nothing stays the same. The only comfort, the only solace for your soul is to yield to the Lord’s changing of you. He will win...His love for you will win. So, tackle the “resistance” with everything you’ve got, wrestle it to the ground, and pin it down with all strength and determination – that resistance will yield to your Lord and Savior, for your ultimate good.
Oh yes, and since it really is Tuesday already, get ready – Wednesday is just around the corner!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
In Troubled Times - A Gift
8-8-09 (11:52 pm)
Copyright Carol Kindt
In troubled times, your strength has to come from within. No matter what the circumstance, there is no one who can drive you from within, but Jesus. He sustains life in the midst of it all. Hope can only be displayed by Him. Courage takes on a new name when He is the driving force. There is nothing we can’t walk through; no height we can’t reach, if we know the One who sustains us and encourages us forward.
There is no partnership that surpasses His. Yet, this is a growing relationship that does not come with the strike of a gong or the crack of a starting gun. Oh that it was so, to be so assured of Him immediately. My soul has taken time to catch on. My brain has read and heard the words, my heart has fought to believe that He would be the One to not disappoint, deceive, betray, abandon, reject or forget me. Life circumstances – the testing ground.
Take me along this way of faith, through the rough and the smooth. Tension and relief; tension and relief; is that how it goes? The working of the muscle of faith. That’s it! Strengthening, little by little. Working, “Feel it?” Working more, “Feel it more?” As grabbing onto the next rung of a very tall ladder, pulling up – one at a time – and you ascend. Don’t look down! Only up!
Some faith muscles are stronger than others. Mine have not had the tests yours have had; they are just waiting for the opportunities. Yours have not had the tests mine have had – but, for sure, they will come. Because there is nothing new under the sun, for sure we will be tested in every way, as He was. “And He learned obedience by the things He suffered.” Pure obedience to God is attainable, or Jesus would not have been able to achieve it; He would have failed. However, His strength came from within, from His relationship with His Father, our Father. A stare at the word “Father” just comes; my eyes are transfixed on it.
I just saw that word “Father” for the first time. Maybe I am up at this hour for this very moment – to see the Father. First glance, I try to see it as “my real father”, and I somehow cannot relate. I look inside somewhere to find a connection, but to no avail; nothing comforting comes. I look again; it is the word capitalized that stands out, and a small strike of pain arrives. Dare I go near it? Yes, I must. My heart acknowledges, “I have been looking for You.” Dare I let Him in? I am for a moment, undone. “It is I,” He says, “your Father, your real Father! Come!” I am struck, the tears commence... “Relax in My arms. They are open for you. Come!” My mind speaks what my heart wants, “Break me, break my heart for You. Break the protective barrier that I have longed to have taken from me. Inquire within, go deep; please, go deep. Come father me!”
Interesting...just within days, I realized that I have been without a father since I was 17 years old! That’s a very long time now. Somehow I had lost sight that I was abandoned by my father at such a young age. Why that thought now? Oh, yes, there was another young person relaying his or her story of being abandoned by a parent, or both, at a very young age. I have heard such stories for many years. But this day, my mind took a brief look back to the age when my father was removed from our family. I was 17! I was young too! Trouble had begun when I was 11 – he was gone way before he was ushered out.
I have, for a long time, looked for the “spot” in my heart for this: My heart does not remember how to “long” for the father. Teach me, my Jesus. Work this moment for me, Holy Spirit, to long for my Father. Calibrate and restore the years the locusts have eaten away. Renew my youthful relationship with You as Your child, You as my Father. Restore, restore, restore! I believe I receive this restoration; it will manifest in me, I will feel it – the lost feeling, fully recovered, fully alive. Life-giver, breathe brand new life in my relationship with my Father. Carry me there, in Your arms of love. It is 1:00AM. I see this as a sign of the “#1 day” of a new Father-daughter relationship!
Led by Your hand to write this – Sweet dreams now...
Copyright Carol Kindt
In troubled times, your strength has to come from within. No matter what the circumstance, there is no one who can drive you from within, but Jesus. He sustains life in the midst of it all. Hope can only be displayed by Him. Courage takes on a new name when He is the driving force. There is nothing we can’t walk through; no height we can’t reach, if we know the One who sustains us and encourages us forward.
There is no partnership that surpasses His. Yet, this is a growing relationship that does not come with the strike of a gong or the crack of a starting gun. Oh that it was so, to be so assured of Him immediately. My soul has taken time to catch on. My brain has read and heard the words, my heart has fought to believe that He would be the One to not disappoint, deceive, betray, abandon, reject or forget me. Life circumstances – the testing ground.
Take me along this way of faith, through the rough and the smooth. Tension and relief; tension and relief; is that how it goes? The working of the muscle of faith. That’s it! Strengthening, little by little. Working, “Feel it?” Working more, “Feel it more?” As grabbing onto the next rung of a very tall ladder, pulling up – one at a time – and you ascend. Don’t look down! Only up!
Some faith muscles are stronger than others. Mine have not had the tests yours have had; they are just waiting for the opportunities. Yours have not had the tests mine have had – but, for sure, they will come. Because there is nothing new under the sun, for sure we will be tested in every way, as He was. “And He learned obedience by the things He suffered.” Pure obedience to God is attainable, or Jesus would not have been able to achieve it; He would have failed. However, His strength came from within, from His relationship with His Father, our Father. A stare at the word “Father” just comes; my eyes are transfixed on it.
I just saw that word “Father” for the first time. Maybe I am up at this hour for this very moment – to see the Father. First glance, I try to see it as “my real father”, and I somehow cannot relate. I look inside somewhere to find a connection, but to no avail; nothing comforting comes. I look again; it is the word capitalized that stands out, and a small strike of pain arrives. Dare I go near it? Yes, I must. My heart acknowledges, “I have been looking for You.” Dare I let Him in? I am for a moment, undone. “It is I,” He says, “your Father, your real Father! Come!” I am struck, the tears commence... “Relax in My arms. They are open for you. Come!” My mind speaks what my heart wants, “Break me, break my heart for You. Break the protective barrier that I have longed to have taken from me. Inquire within, go deep; please, go deep. Come father me!”
Interesting...just within days, I realized that I have been without a father since I was 17 years old! That’s a very long time now. Somehow I had lost sight that I was abandoned by my father at such a young age. Why that thought now? Oh, yes, there was another young person relaying his or her story of being abandoned by a parent, or both, at a very young age. I have heard such stories for many years. But this day, my mind took a brief look back to the age when my father was removed from our family. I was 17! I was young too! Trouble had begun when I was 11 – he was gone way before he was ushered out.
I have, for a long time, looked for the “spot” in my heart for this: My heart does not remember how to “long” for the father. Teach me, my Jesus. Work this moment for me, Holy Spirit, to long for my Father. Calibrate and restore the years the locusts have eaten away. Renew my youthful relationship with You as Your child, You as my Father. Restore, restore, restore! I believe I receive this restoration; it will manifest in me, I will feel it – the lost feeling, fully recovered, fully alive. Life-giver, breathe brand new life in my relationship with my Father. Carry me there, in Your arms of love. It is 1:00AM. I see this as a sign of the “#1 day” of a new Father-daughter relationship!
Led by Your hand to write this – Sweet dreams now...
What Goes On Inside A House?
March 31, 2009
Copyright Carol Kindt
A neighbor is mowing his lawn. He takes no notice.
Another neighbor is cleaning her car. She sees nothing unusual.
Mom and Dad chickadees, back and forth from their nest in the beautiful gourd, bring delicacies from the pine tree. They are too busily concerned about their new ones to see me; fervently pacing out prayers.
A neighbor on the other side catches his dog at the edge of his property, as passersby take a stroll with their small dog in arm. Distracted, and protecting their little package from the very nice, yet a pit bull, coming close, not seeing, yet relating to me; guarding their little one close to the heart.
The mail deliverer came and went. Didn’t go to the box today; mail just wasn’t important.
If you saw my house today, you wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual. No flames shooting from the roof, no external alarm; only unseen ones of prayer...TONGUES OF FIRE! No neighborhood yells for help, “something’s wrong, something’s wrong;” only phone calls and emails to warriors, supernatural prayer lines in operation.
Fruit of the Spirit manifesting in:
love poured out to this dear one of mine, joy would come later, yet under girding at best, peace spoken over a body writhing in pain, the mind needing immediate answers, patience/longsuffering for gently probing questions about how the pain is now, kindness in a mother’s words of deep compassion; soothing comfort, the goodness of God, the rich blessing of having a mother and daughter embracing this painful moment, thank you, Mr. Bell for the telephone, the faithfulness of God, in this with us, the strength of gentleness/meekness enlisting help from a brother in the Lord at her side, self-control, the long waits, how is she now, and now, and now; to do my part at my post with warfare the trumpet sound.
What went on inside my house today? – something very serious;
from 7 AM to Midnight...a mother’s intense concern for her child.
No neighbor noticed, but –
God dropped everything for me today – He brought me to His importance.
Copyright Carol Kindt
A neighbor is mowing his lawn. He takes no notice.
Another neighbor is cleaning her car. She sees nothing unusual.
Mom and Dad chickadees, back and forth from their nest in the beautiful gourd, bring delicacies from the pine tree. They are too busily concerned about their new ones to see me; fervently pacing out prayers.
A neighbor on the other side catches his dog at the edge of his property, as passersby take a stroll with their small dog in arm. Distracted, and protecting their little package from the very nice, yet a pit bull, coming close, not seeing, yet relating to me; guarding their little one close to the heart.
The mail deliverer came and went. Didn’t go to the box today; mail just wasn’t important.
If you saw my house today, you wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual. No flames shooting from the roof, no external alarm; only unseen ones of prayer...TONGUES OF FIRE! No neighborhood yells for help, “something’s wrong, something’s wrong;” only phone calls and emails to warriors, supernatural prayer lines in operation.
Fruit of the Spirit manifesting in:
love poured out to this dear one of mine, joy would come later, yet under girding at best, peace spoken over a body writhing in pain, the mind needing immediate answers, patience/longsuffering for gently probing questions about how the pain is now, kindness in a mother’s words of deep compassion; soothing comfort, the goodness of God, the rich blessing of having a mother and daughter embracing this painful moment, thank you, Mr. Bell for the telephone, the faithfulness of God, in this with us, the strength of gentleness/meekness enlisting help from a brother in the Lord at her side, self-control, the long waits, how is she now, and now, and now; to do my part at my post with warfare the trumpet sound.
What went on inside my house today? – something very serious;
from 7 AM to Midnight...a mother’s intense concern for her child.
No neighbor noticed, but –
God dropped everything for me today – He brought me to His importance.
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