Shed the Past

I am asking my God for something HUGE and as I've shared before, I am asking for Him to do for me, what he has denied in the past. This is shared in hope that someone else needs to step out in faith and trust the mighty God of the Heavens to give it all...."...Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you..." (Luke 6)  May our God protect all that you treasure in life and pour more into your life.  

Fear comes by way of experience usually.  We saw, we lost, we hurt, we avoid similarities.  But sometimes we have to walk the same path on a different level and it is there that fear faces us in defiance.  The hated fear!  All the powers of the angels and the spiritual warriors seem impotent in comparison to the dreaded fear.  As dorky as it may sound, the words of a famous world leader are correct:  There is nothing to fear but fear itself.  

In light of real TRUTH, what is there to fear?  I am walking through this world at this point in history because it was chosen for me.  There are powers in the unseen world of creation... the unkown world of colors and sounds and smells and amazing things we have yet to meet after we die.  How can I fear?  Why would l fear?

I will not fear.  But I will be tempted to fear.  My confidence, following a harsh and rough winter, is reemerging... stronger than ever.  I will persevere and be blessed.  I am, I believe. I make my choices and am unafraid to own them.  I will shed the influences of those with less faith and less consciousness of their touch on others.  I will see the utmost in genuineness.  And I will hold it without wavering.  

Come with me; let's shed the past like a butterfly sheds it's protective cocoon... it is living it's beautiful, multi-colored, free-flying life at daily risk of death.  So, shall I!  What is life if not lived out on the branches of the tree where the cool breezes blow a melody of swaying music?  What is life like when clinging to the trunk?  I think I understand the difference clearly.  

I choose to sway with the music and risk my death... to find meaning and live for it.

Life lived genuinely will bring the acts of God I seek... the cherished desires of my heart that were before denied will be part of the spreading of my boundaries (Isaiah 54).  It's worth the risk...

...thank you to all the beautiful butterflies.