Meagre offering

Father God, I offer You my love, though it be weak and fragmented, tormented and broken.
Though it be damaged and shallow, shredded and torn, I do not hold back.
I give to You, Everlasting Father, this poor offering of half-hearted devotion and trust.
I offer You my passion; lost and hurting, my affection; bleeding and frail
Whatever I have, I give it to You; all that I own.

Please take this small offering, which is my all,
Would You mend and repair, restore and make whole
And then would You keep it, always as Your own.


This seemed to come to me in the night the other night when I was picturing God’s heart for the broken. I pictured God saying, “Come to Me as you are; come weary, come worn, come thirsty, come broken!” He was extending a warm invitation to those who didn’t feel good enough or who felt too broken and like they’d missed the mark too many times. He wanted them to come and to exchange their brokenness for Him. He would accept everything that was offered to Him in faith. I wrote down these words to be a response to His invitation so that whoever feels too devastated and overwhelmed by life can get a sense of the extent of His invitation. He will accept each individual where they are at and we can offer Him whatever we have and whatever state we find ourselves in.

Today

Today is not the day the world ends, Brave Heart. So encourage yourself and others. Do good, show kindness, offer mercy. Live with an attitude of forgiveness and finely tune yourself to patience’s melody. 

Be strengthened deep within by focusing on the good, the pure, the lovely; it is all around you. Notice the beautiful things. There are so many beautiful things; there always will be. Befriend yourself, have gentle thoughts about yourself and others, and speak tenderly.

Speak up for the poor and vulnerable, wear humility; also foster it within. Laugh readily, show hospitality. Do not forget to sing. 

Pray earnestly, deeply, fervently. Honour the king; do not dishonour the ruling powers, even if times come when you have to show allegiance to the Supreme King by submitting only to His rules. They supersede the state’s. Be courageous then: resist fear, shun panic. Do not bow to wicked schemes. 

Do not sow discord; be a vessel of peace. Share what you can, and if today the world was ending, do all of these things again. 


Scriptures:

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8

He hath shown thee, O man, what is good: and what doth the Lord require of thee but to do justly and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God? Micah 6:8

Black roses

– Only black roses bloom on my path. Their smell is putrid, the stench of death. Their roots go down to the grave, feeding out of the bowels of the earth. 

There are bugs; hissing, stinging, biting bugs, crawling out of the petals. When I walk past they jump at me, flying into my face. The petals on the roses wilt and fill the air with stench. Blood drips from their thorns. They torment me.

Why is there no colour? Why is there death and decaying hope everywhere I go? Why does hell assault me so?

– These same roses bloomed for Me, Beloved. They are hell’s twisted offering, demanding sacrifice. They tempt and entice; most see them as bright, vibrant colours; they smell sweet with perfume. But for you I have laid them bare, they cannot deceive because I heard your cry for discernment and I answered. The world is filled with temptation and forbidden fruits, they are there at every step of your journey, but when you walk with Me you see things as they really are. I show you because I love you. 

You have, however, zoomed your focus in on everything the world tells you that you are deprived of. But I do not deprive. Re-adjust your focus, Beloved, and see things as they really are. 

Do you see the feet walking next to yours, side by side? They are Mine. Unsandled because the path is consecrated. This is the path I carved out for you. You asked for the ancient paths. I have led you to them. You asked where the good way is; keep walking, Beloved. Do not give up. My anointing will keep the flies at bay. Come to Me every day for a fresh anointing.

Do you see the shoots springing up around you? All is made new. Return to Me, your First Love. Believe! Hope is in the air and its sweet aroma is stronger than Death’s foul stench. 

This is what the LORD says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. Jeremiah 6:16

No stars

When there were no stars on her journey and the night was a crushing darkness, she sang! 

And as she sang a bird hopped on the ground toward her. A small bird with no hedge to hide in, for its home had been chopped down. 

She continued to sing and the bird added a trill. They made music together. And the bird grew bigger. Not that she could see him because of the thick darkness of the night, but she could hear his voice becoming stronger and louder. 

They walked along together and she sang the melody while the bird sang the harmony. They sang as one. Their song sounded heavenly. They felt each other’s vibration and rhythm, they created something beautiful together in the void. And their hearts were filled with hope. The bird continued to grow. 

There came a time, as they continued to sing, that a dim light shone on their path. They had not stumbled thus far because they kept singing their song and it strengthened them. Now in the dim light they could see stumbling blocks on their path and they strained their eyes to notice their positioning. They decided to keep singing. The small bird had become a faithful companion and together they journeyed through the hostile terrain. 

It had not crossed her mind until now that the bird was not flying. He was only hopping along on the ground close by. But she did notice his large size now in the dim light. He had grown considerably from the sparrow-sized shrill-singing bird that he had been. Now he was the size of a raven. 

They kept walking and kept singing. Eventually, when they had resigned themselves to the possibility that they would never see light again, a shaft of light pierced the night; a bright ray, like a sword, cut through the darkness. And they could see the landscape. It did not look very remarkable so they did the only thing they knew by now to do; they kept singing. They were instruments, treasures of darkness. They filled the air with music. The bird grew. 

Then Night gave way to Day and the light embraced them warmly. The bird was now the size of a giant eagle. As big as the belly of Leviathan. And his wings unfurled and the girl climbed on his back and hugged him. He caught a breeze and lifted himself into the air and flew her up into the heavens. They sang and ministers of fire danced around them like flames. They had company and were home. 


You have seen for yourselves what I did to Egypt, and how I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to Myself.’ Exodus 19:4

And of the Angels he saith, He maketh the spirits his messengers, and his ministers a flame of fire. Hebrews 1:7


I am not entirely sure what the bird symbolised but felt that maybe it was Hope or Faith or Holy Spirit/Jesus or a God-given companion or friend. I felt that whatever it was, it was an unexpected gift from God to help the person through the night and encourage them to reach Day/Heaven/Home/Peace/Rest. The bird/gift became more precious and treasured to the person the more they journeyed and fellowshipped together. God knew what the person needed…

Enemy

I’ve been thinking of Thomas Hardy’s war poem recently, due to all the talk about the Afghanistan war. His poem is called The MAN HE KILLED and when I was thinking about it I wrote this down:

I stood face to face with my enemy and was surprised to see how very much she resembled me.

I considered drinking bitterness but knew it would harm not her but me.

I contemplated cursing but peas in a pod we were and the curse would only return to me.

And so I laughed at how ironic life is, that we hate and blame, curse and inflict pain and want justice against our enemy when really, deep down, we are all the same. 

It is better to make allowances for each other’s differences, to be quick to forgive their trespasses and abuses. Because what is in one is in another and though our vices manifest in different ways we have all strayed. Though reconciliation may be long coming, or never, the freedom of forgiving is worth deep consideration. For chains binding two enemies are not worth the pain; where is the gain? We are bound to our enemy by harbouring hatred. It is only when we forgive that we cut ourselves free. Free to be forgiven, free to be me.

Cursed or Blessed

If people knew her story they would call her cursed. If they heard of her tragedies, her failings, her weaknesses and despair they would consider her damned. They would condemn and accuse her, blame her and judge her as deserving of her fate, for they would consider there to be something inherently wrong with her. 

And yet, she herself now knows that she is counted among the blessed. For she has known betrayal, rejection, unrelenting grief and trauma. She has lived with recurring pain and frequent heartbreak. She has been held in the grip of isolation and torment. Sorrow and Darkness have been her closest companions. Yet despite the tumultuous trials, she has come to know of a strength within, a hope that anchors, a passion that burns brightly, when least expected. She has become acquainted with an eternal joy which springs up when the darkness is strongest. 

She can relate to the broken, identify with the despised and forgive her mockers. She can encourage herself when she stands alone. She can fight with more grace and foster deeper trust when her way is unknown. She can recall battles where defeat was certain but Victory came to her aid and the enemy retreated.

The enemy was pressed up close, as a dragon snorting in her face, drooling slime, staring intently with piercing, hell-fire eyes; she remembers well his throaty rattle. But Victory rode in with Triumph, accompanied by ten thousand times ten thousand warriors with swords of fire. And the battle was won and handed to her with a kiss. And the One named Faithful and True tied her to Himself with cords of undying love. 

I had this impression in my spirit the other day, when praying for Afghanistan, that God said, “There are more angels on the streets than people.”

I pictured the angels being extemely busy right now, guarding, encouraging, concealing, ministering, emboldening, making escape routes and snatching people out of harm’s way and just generally being busy in their duties. Please God send even more.


Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation? Hebrews 1:14

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Psalm 91:11-12

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them. Psalm 34:7

Then the devil left him, and behold, angels came and were ministering to him. Matthew 4:11

Afghanistan martyrs

Something that seemed to come to me when praying for my brothers and sisters in Afghanistan:

Your streets are not safe; I invite you to Mine. On Mine you may walk freely, run, dance and play. My gates are closed to darkness. Nothing evil can enter here. There is no violence with Me, not one tear, no trace of sadness. My streets are pure gold; there is nothing defiled here.

So do not be afraid of those who can harm the body; they cannot harm your soul. Your soul is safe, sealed and precious, but not priceless. There was a cost and I paid it gladly, just to have you here with Me.

Listen, be still, do you hear the beating of My heart growing stronger? Louder and louder it grows in the days to come, like a drum heralding matrydom. It cracks and breaks when the seed falls to the ground; listen, be still, and you will hear the sound. Then it wraps around enclosing the seed and draws it close to be with Me.

The seed trampled underfoot is nurtured by Me until it takes root, sprouting into many seeds, so many seeds, ’til the harvest is rich, plentiful and golden ripe. A humming harvest, dancing in splendour, singing happy songs in broad daylight. A rejoicing harvest, thankful to the fallen seed, cheering and celebrating, honouring the valiant deed. For lives laid down for others are noble, Christ-like, sacred. They live as memorials before Me, eternally.


Scriptures:
Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation? Hebrews 1:14

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Psalm 91:11-12

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them. Psalm 34:7

Then the devil left him, and behold, angels came and were ministering to him. 

There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. Luke 12:2

“So do not be afraid of them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. 27What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs. 28Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell. 29Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. b 30And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

32“Whoever acknowledges me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven.33But whoever disowns me before others, I will disown before my Father in heaven. Matthew 10:26-30

Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life. Revelation 2:10

Truly, truly, I tellyou, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the groundand dies, it remains only a seed; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. 25Whoever loves his life will lose it, but whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. John 12:24-25

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” Psalm 147:3

Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. Psalm 116:15

He will wipe away everytear from their eyes,’ and there will be no moredeath or mourning or crying or pain, for theformer things have passed away.” 5And the One seated on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” Then He said, “Write this down, for these words are faithful and true.” Revelation 21:4-5

The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass. 22I did not see a temple in the city, because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. 23The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp. 24The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it. 25On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there. 26The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it. 27Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s book of life. Revelation 21:21-26

Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint from hunger at every street corner. Lamentations 2:19

Afghanistan

Afghanistan: The Lord is near, the ground is holy. For the Living One has come to be with His martyrs. His Consuming Fire burns, burns, burns. The Consuming Fire will never stop burning. He has come to His people, so close He abides, for their lives are cut short and the children cry. He broods over them as a hen her chicks. Love and grace are His politics.

He covers with His pinions, guarding their souls as the apple of His eye. The defilement of the land cannot stop His Majesty from making the ground holy. For He catches each seed that is falling; planting and patting it down, guarding, nourishing, watering, gardening while the battle rages.

The forgotten seeds will germinate. Life will sprout, for their deeds are eternal, they cannot be snuffed out. They gave their allegiance to a Supreme King, the One over all; All-present, All-knowing. He will not let their faithfulness be in vain, for Faithful is is Name. He is watching over His seed in the ground, sending rain. He listens for the sound of germination and sprouting. All of heaven is shouting, the clamour is mounting, for the time is soon for their great reward. Their crowns and robes are ready for adorning. The day is fast approaching when these sons of God will be revealed. He will uncover all that has been concealed.

So remember the seeds that you tread in the ground. They are not lost, they are already found. The Father is with them as they fall to their rest and He takes them home to give them His best. He makes them immortal, shining like stars. They’ve been re-born through His nail-pierced scars.


Scriptures:
Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation? Hebrews 1:14

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Psalm 91:11-12

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them. Psalm 34:7

Then the devil left him, and behold, angels came and were ministering to him.

There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. Luke 12:2

“So do not be afraid of them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. 27What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs. 28Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell. 29Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. b 30And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

32“Whoever acknowledges me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven.33But whoever disowns me before others, I will disown before my Father in heaven. Matthew 10:26-30

Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life. Revelation 2:10

Truly, truly, I tellyou, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the groundand dies, it remains only a seed; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. 25Whoever loves his life will lose it, but whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. John 12:24-25

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” Psalm 147:3

Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. Psalm 116:15