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What and who can we really trust.  There is something so precious when we can find a space, a place, or a person that we can feel safe with. "But not with my servant Moses. Of all my house, he is the one I trust. I speak to him face to face, clearly, and not in riddles! He sees the LORD as he is..." (Numbers 12:7-8 NLT). Safe to express how we really feel without being misunderstood. To understand the intent of our heart  without giving judgement and opinion that can scar your character. To be able to share your deepest secrets and thoughts confidently knowing that those gates will NEVER be opened to expose  and be used against you. In addition, comfort the very core of our souls with a warm loving touch.  A true principle that MOST of us cannot keep fully.  Who but The Lord can do that without fail. Who can offer us a lending ear and never get tired of hearing us speak. Who understands the very core of our hearts before we can define it to Him. Where our broken...

Weighed by a pressing against me, inch-by-inch, I am being pushed back into a corner, unable to press forward. Pushed with my back against the wall, unable to get away with the things of before. For the God who has faced me, has about faced me, to face the things I feared, standing tall. With His spirit against my flesh, I am unable to fall. I can feel my breath shortened to the narrow space, that has me confined. Standing before the troubles I dared not stand to look in the eye. The stands not taken, the plans forsaken can no longer be shaken with conviction pressed on my side. faced to face with life through His eyes. His presence has about faced me into a corner where I can no longer move forward without courage on my shoulder. Cannot hide behind the veil in white lies bent in whispering vents, smiling in pretend. Daring to challenge and daring to make amends to the entanglements I dared not undress. For the fear that had me bound stirs in th...

Saturday 1/18/14 The Lord cannot allow us to hide from the broken pieces we leave behind.  They are merely God's opportunities to fix us again.   We often walk away from the hurt and pain, easily leaving regret behind. Easily accepting to never look back. But God brings us as broken pieces, as if he is the broom and we are the dust. Collecting it all as one. Taking every shattered piece back to its full circle, to turn ashes into beauty .  We often push it aside and decide to leave it behind. However, He leaves nothing behind. He does not let us hide.  When will we recognize that we can never hide the deep wounds we bury deep inside from the one who made us. Who sees through us. Who knows us as yesterday, yet loves us in the known mistakes.  Everything He brings to completion.  Every broken piece He will make whole. We see shattered and jagged, t o much hurt to deal with, too  many pieces to put together.  Broken pieces, broken pieces  Scatte...

Thank you Heavenly Father,  for Your grace and mercy. Lord, You are surely on our side,  directing which way we should go.  You are our amazing shepherd.  None can lead us onto the righteous path as You lead us.  You NEVER steer us wrong.  I love You Lord, with all my heart,   and lean not on my own understanding.  I understand that You make the way, because you are the Way Maker !  None can replicate Your direction so perfectly. The enemy may attempt to replicate Your path with malicious intent  to steer us into his trap.  But, we know who sits upon His throne unmovable, unshakeable, and unchangeable.  I hunger to be at your right hand and seek your path always.  For Your will is so perfect and divine,  I can never deny the blessings that overflow when I am in your shadow. When I am in your Kairos time, all that is against me is not even in sight.  All that aims to brea...

Blessings   Blessing= bestowing gifts- approval, multiplication, provision, inheritance, promise. From the Heavens calls forth creation from our Creator.   None can supersede the life He creates.   Because no one created Him.   He is our blessing . It is enough to have just Him.   He gave us the sun, the moon, the stars to give us light.   He separated the earth with the sky and divided the earth and its waters.   He gave us fruit and trees to eat, water to drink.   All before He created us, we were born blessed, born as heirs living in a land of riches.   However, “the expectation of your heart will determine what you will receive,” as my pastor stated this morning.   As a minority, or a foreigner it does not limit us from the blessings.   Joseph continuously blessed Pharaoh. Even though Joseph was a slave, a servant onto Pharaoh, he was not limited the blessings stored up from Heaven onto him....

21 day fast journal Here I am- placing myself before You. I am Your offering. Take my thoughts- let them be Yours. Align me to the time set divine for me. Here are my eyes, here are my ears- allow them to see and to comprehend all that is required of me. Here is my body- undress me. Remove the layers that has shackled me. Somethings may hurt, but I trust in You. Fill me stern, to Your control- to never curve or fold. This life is to hard for me to define and spindle within my own hands. I cannot simply frame this life into a box, my own thoughts cannot comprehend. Only my Creator can do such a thing, for who has made You?  Who stood before You when all of creation was made? Who can scribe Your ways, when one single thought moves in one duodecillion ways to cover all of Heaven and Earth. No shadow has been left untouched, no journey You left without a way, no beach is set without a wave.  All of eternity is written with just a stroke of Your finger. ...

21 day fast journal The pen in our hands to a paper, is a key to the door that unlocks the heavens. From a portal connected to our soul, the heavens appear in an image. Our inner thoughts transmits to the heavens view upon paper. Written to be as a clear reflection of the heavens from a looking glass. Like a glacier staring at itself from the still waters it is surrounded in. Unlock the doors and discover the fields of Heaven. 21 day fast journal Written to inspire Zoraida Clemente