Subliminal Sounds – Constant Noise! Help Us Holy Spirit!

Have you noticed that there is an undercurrent of noise that constantly tries to invade our space, divert our attention and distract our focus? There are powerful subliminal messages that exist all around us. And, they don’t let up one bit.

Here are a few.

Stay in the mix!

Out of sight, out of mind!

Adhere to these statements from any subtle sense of insecurity and rejection and bam………you live by the flow of social media and current trends in a never-ending cycle of trying to BE on a journey of success, breakthrough or destiny.

Note to Self: You are EnoughMy life has taken this incredible turn today as a sense of ennui (that’s boredom and just plain weariness) settled on my life over the past week. Usually I would run from it. Stand up straight and head into the storm. Make it happen. Don’t quit.

But today…I am tired which has given me lots of time to simply BE in the presence of Jesus Christ where I discovered that I feel a bit lost in time.

If I succumb to the pressure of being in the mix and fearing that out of sight brings me out of mind which means that I will fall flat into oblivion and obscurity again, I will create my own flow helping me to be SEEN and HEARD. Heaven forbid! The pressure is unrelenting – blog more so you aren’t forgotten, tweet more so that you are out there, Facebook more posts to be a presence on line.

No more! I decide today, enough is enough. I decide rather than anyone else. I have my voice, a LANGUAGE OF BEING that flows from me like a river, Rivers of Eden to be exact.

All morning, I left the demands of a schedule and worshipped. In this beautiful process, there came intense Christ–discovery of the glorious one who is in me, Holy Spirit who syncs me with creativity and adventure, and Father who loves me. Selah. Selah. Selah.

Passion is overflow – contagious, resounding with words of life, attractive.

Self-promotion, trying to be in the mix – this leads to desperation and desperation is simply not attractive. Desperation seems to want to pull you, force you to listen.

My language of being…in Christ flows through me. I want to BE like Jesus when He said:

The Spirit can make life. Sheer muscle and willpower don’t make anything happen. Every word I’ve spoken to you is a Spirit–word, and so it is life–making. (John 6:63 Message)

 …the Spirit who gives life; the flesh profits nothing. The words that I speak to you are spirit, and they are life. (John 6:63 NKJV)

It is appropriate that this happens right now at my release into preaching again. It allows me to rest in Me and in Christ in Me, giving what I know I have – His revelation flowing through me – a language of being with words of spirit and life.

What about you? Don’t follow trends or cutting edge concepts to BE something you are not. Flow in your language of being for God has created people out there waiting to hear you, not someone else speaking through you OR not a sound of desperation flowing from a place of insecurity or doubt that you are enough. You are enough….and so am I!

DebraIn Christ,
Debra

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Creativity flows from BEING Me, in Christ!

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Creativity flows from BEING ME.. in Christ!

In Christ, I live.

With Brave Wings, She Flies

In Christ, I move.

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In Christ, I have my being.

I create from my BEING, who I am, even if I don’t yet see the finished product of “Me”. I don’t wait until I arrive at some self-designated point of perfection. I create in the messiness of my life.  I create in the midst of process – my life – changing, growing, as He lives His life through me.

Creativity flows from imperfection. That’s life. I rise above the rubble of my insecurities, doubts, guilt or shame to enjoy the journey each and every day. The alternative to this is just existing, not living. Authenticity takes courage and risk, coming out from behind the mask, in process, not perfect and owning it all as being me – good, bad and otherwise.

The beauty of my humanness shines through as Christ lives His life through this imperfect vessel. In going from glory to glory, I relish the process of being where I am right now, at this moment. It is in this moment, creativity flows in many ways, first and foremost in a creative life, surrendered to Holy Spirit and the spontaneity of adventure.

I am in process, on a journey, a journey in Christ, with Christ – a life not static but dynamic. Day by day, always an adventure into the glory of the revelation of His life flowing through me. Christianity is exceedingly creative, if you just let Him BE in and through you, the way He wants to live His life in you.

When did Christianity ever get so boring for so many? I will unravel the lies that have tried to pull me down into conformity and fear for so long now. I will arise into the freedom that is mine in Christ, and help others to see their creative life in Christ. So here it is January 1, 2015. Happy New Year! The journey begins………

I care not for perfection. I love process and putting myself out there, authentic and real. That is what I can give to a generation younger than me-> a mom, grandma, lover of Jesus, creative, explorer, adventurer, filled with wisdom and failure, able to reach out and not be afraid to make mistakes, wanting to laugh at myself through it all, and hoping that my destiny is intertwined with those younger than myself so that I can give a bit of myself in the process. Creativity in Christ will awaken a generation of Christians who want no part of religion yet are so in love with Jesus that they want to journey in Him and with Him wherever He leads. Until next time.

DebraIn Christ, 
Debra

Creative Expression – How Wonder……….ful!

As a Christian, I need, must have, a sense of beauty, majesty, wonder, and mystery when I live in Christ. My sense of being in Christ lifts me up above, allows me to walk in eternity now, and enjoy encounters that defy my understanding. That is Christianity – not just getting by each day as if the mundane is the destination on your journey! And, it is a journey in Christ!

This is where I am today. Several thoughts to give to you so that your spirit would be impacted with hope, encouragement and joy, pure wonderful joy. Here’s a word, one word to start this off.

You can’t carry loss, regret, grief or mourning into 2014. Leave it! Leave it! Allow God to heal and touch your life with joy, which gives strength.

The joy of the Lord is my strength. Despite anything life is throwing at you, live in joy, even in the midst of suffering which will come, not maybe, but will come at some points along the journey. Don’t mourn anymore! Cast off the grave-clothes and live! Prophetically, I woke up heavy in my spirit BUT as I prayed, worshipped and prayed in tongues, reading His word, a lightness descended upon me from above and rose up within me from Christ and I started to see.

Heavenly PlacesHere’s another word. I enrolled in a ‘goal setting’ class. Haha! Never thought I would do that. Even thought I was ‘above it.” Yet, I enrolled in it and this class is changing my life. In this class, He identifies having a ‘push goal” – one goal that acts like a catalyst to set in motion everything else. One goal to get you going and moving. When I sat and thought about it for a while, I could not actually figure out what that ‘push goal’ would be for me. Then I had this aha moment and I knew. And over the past few days, it is proving to be so true. Rather I should say, He, Holy Spirit, is proving Himself to be so awesome.

My ‘push goal’ – to start my mornings early and to spend my mornings with the Lord.

That is not religious exercise. That is glorious. I wake up; get my journal, praise, worship and listen. I even pray in tongues at times for a half-hour while I BE in the Lord. He fails me not. There comes a word, a vision, and a revelation into my spirit that reveals His beauty, His splendor, and His kingdom being worked out in me and through my life. He is faithful to BE with me as I BE in Him. ☺ You see, that ‘push goal’ catalyzes everything else around me. It fires up my hope, my faith, and my vision to see. Despite everything life throws at me, He is with me.

So here are my thoughts from this morning.

I am seated with Christ in heavenly places. (Ephesians 2:6)

If then you were raised with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ is, sitting at the right hand of God. 2 Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth. 3 For you died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. (Colossians 3:1-3 NKJV)

Do you see how often we are pulled down? Just spend time on Facebook and it can and does often drag you down into the mundane, into confusion and more. Wordy debates in Christianity – grace, faith, love, and joy hope – everyone has an equal and opposing opinion. I am sick of it all. No one actually has it all right so I leave it behind, totally behind. Creativity is birthed in greater ways through my life when I spend my time with Him and my focus on Holy Spirit. There’s my way!

My grace awakening did wonders for me. It is healing all performance to DO for God in order to BE for God. Yet, I am now hungry again for the prophetic and the supernatural moving of the Spirit. My life is built on movement in the Spirit, going to nations, speaking prophetically into people’s lives, and more. Years ago, I woke up at 2 am in the morning to encounter an angelic presence at my bed, calling me forth in the prophetic. It has been a long hard journey.

Rivers of Eden in Marvin and I is alive. I did not think it was. I said it could not be after all the years of defeat and failure. It is alive. Not outside of me, but inside of me right here and right now. What does that mean? Well, only that Holy Spirit will open His doors in the coming year into nations, cities, and even coffee shops – one on one and to many. I simply trust in that AND that is enough for me right now. Let’s see where this journey starts!

Life is alive again because I washed up on the shore of my destiny, beaten, bruised, wounded, tired, empty, ohhhhhhh so empty! I know nothing except Christ and Him crucified. I desire to speak His words again over nations and into people. I was not ready before this. I thought I was but I was not ready. Deborah, the bee, is me…………..in Christ.

What about you? Are your dreams dormant? Or even dead? Trust me when I say that I have been there and know. How I know! I am not into religious or spiritual clichés. I love the reality of the Living Word of God weaving His dreams through my life.

Comments? Give me one word that describes what you want for 2014. (Haha – I actually got that idea from Chuck Pierce but I have also used it before too.) What is that one word?

Creative Expression – Restrained Vision

That same day two of them were walking to the village Emmaus, about seven miles out of Jerusalem. They were deep in conversation, going over all these things that had happened. In the middle of their talk and questions, Jesus came up and walked along with them. But they were not able to recognize who he was. (Luke 24:13-16 Message)

As I walk on the road of my own preconceived notions or my sublime presumptions, Jesus often draws near to me, in the midst of it all. When life’s events have placed more questions in my mind than answers, Jesus draws near – just to walk with me and talk with me.

Light on a PathThese two men were walking towards Emmaus, talking about Jesus’ crucifixion. Their minds were ablaze with questions. Their hopes– what could have been, should have been, and yet was not- seemed dashed to pieces as they faced the reality of His death. What now? What exactly happened?

Jesus enters into the midst of it all, just like He does for me. When He draws near, I often find myself in the midst of thinking, a process of questions. Why did this happen? What now? He walks besides me and sees my limited restrained vision, just as these two men on the road that day. Vision that is restrained by the power of presumption or assumption inhibits me from truly seeing, just like these two guys. Vision that is held in the power of its own process limits and restrains me from truly seeing.

He draws alongside, never forcing His way into my process, at least not at first. Like these men, I may continue to explain the events taking place through my ‘restrained vision’. He probably can’t help but shake His head as He listens to my words, just as He listened to the words of these men that day. At the right moment, in my own tension, He speaks. Here is how He spoke to these men that day. And sometimes, this is how He speaks to me.

Then he said to them, “So thick–headed! So slow–hearted! Why can’t you simply believe all that the prophets said? Don’t you see that these things had to happen, that the Messiah had to suffer and only then enter into his glory?” Then he started at the beginning, with the Books of Moses, and went on through all the Prophets, pointing out everything in the Scriptures that referred to him. (Luke 24:25-27 Message)

listen.520In other words, His words silence me, just as it did for these two guys, catapulting me into a greater reality, past my restrained vision and limited understanding. I find His confrontations into my life as wonderful as His gently flowing words of affirmation and love. Both show me His intense love for me. Both ways open my eyes to see past the nose on my own fact. My pain often restrains my vision. I need a shaking down some days that forces me to rise above my own self-pity and introspection. It’s good for me. He’s always good for me.

They came to the edge of the village where they were headed. He acted as if he were going on but they pressed him: “Stay and have supper with us. It’s nearly evening; the day is done.” So he went in with them. And here is what happened: He sat down at the table with them. Taking the bread, he blessed and broke and gave it to them. At that moment, open–eyed, wide–eyed, they recognized him. And then he disappeared. Back and forth they talked. “Didn’t we feel on fire as he conversed with us on the road, as he opened up the Scriptures for us. (Luke 24:28-32 Message)

Jesus stops me in the midst of my forward momentum many times. My eyes open to see, to truly see things that have been hidden from me. I get so excited at times at the revelation of truth, which lifts my spirit, that I want to detain Him at that point of revelation to sit with me, talk more with me, dine with me at my table. Yet, I have noticed, that just like these men, at the point of received revelation, sitting at a table of intimacy, He often is quickly up and away. Why is this?

There is more to say, more to see, and greater things to encounter. Being totally human, I may self-centeredly keep Him at that place at my table, receiving and receiving and receiving. Yet, He is up and away and now my choice is to follow Him with all that He has revealed to me, moving and living and having my being in Him. I can’t stay at this place of comfort. I now move in what I have received and take it out.

Yes, there will come another time when my presumptions will get the best of me again. That is only human. And on that day, He will draw near again to show me my shortcomings in truly understanding His greatness, His majesty and His being. That is called life. I go from glory to glory to glory, from faith to faith to faith. I walk on the road of life, wondering, asking questions, and thinking. He draws near, listens and even brings correction to me.

Christ in you, the hope of glory. (Colossians 1:27 NKJV)

Christ in me is still revealing Himself to me as I live my life in union with Him. I am enjoying the journey.

Creative Expression: Is Anyone Listening? – The Dream

SoundwaveAs I toss in my bed, I am thinking about how often I am unnoticed, even in a room full of people. I am often unheard even when I am called to speak to a group of people. I know that it is not my imagination but it is a deep frustration within me. I am pondering these thoughts while gently nodding off to sleep.

Suddenly my eyes open and I am standing in the great room of a large house. I look around, surprised, trying to make sense of it. This place is completely unfamiliar to me. “How did I get here?” I ask myself. Then, in an instant, I realize I am in a dream.

There are many people gathered in this house, distinctly unaware of me. I keep thinking, “Where did all these people come from?” I know that I am called to be the speaker of this gathering, but it seems quite amusing to me since I don’t know these people or I don’t know where I am. Looking around and surveying the scene, I notice that the house seems to be naturally sectioned off into groups of people. They are divided not by walls or rooms but by ‘people types’. This makes quite an interesting scenario to me.

To my left, I see men dressed in suits sitting on antique dining room chairs, ebulliently talking to one another with fervor and passion. They are leaning in to their circle, a sign that the conversation is intense and interesting.

Off to one side, I see people sitting on plush couches, relaxed and laughing. They seem to be waiting for something to happen with great expectancy.

live-with-passion-cuff-sterling-silverThen off to my right, I see some people sitting quite uncomfortably on folding chairs, looking a bit uneasy, shy and reserved. There were so many different types of people all around the house.

They have come to hear me speak. I know. I just know. How to get them to listen? That is the question in my mind right now. Minutes pass by as I keep thinking how to get their attention. “What to do?” I ask myself. “They aren’t going to settle down on their own.”

Without raising my voice, I began to speak to the group. My voice is neither loud nor soft, but fitting into the mix of the sound of the voices in the house. I am hoping that someone hears me, then another, and another until the room quiets down and I get their attention. That did not work. My words seem to blend into the mix of the sound of voices, having no effect in changing the atmosphere.

Quite unlike myself, I am not frustrated at all. I know in my heart that I will not fight to be heard. I also will not force myself to be seen or noticed at this time. I stand there and wait for an idea. I have experienced this so many times in my life, those moments when you realize that you are not a priority but just an option to those to whom you are sent to bring words of life. Thoughts flood my mind. Thoughts of times past where this has happened to me before. Giving my all, I have often been placed in situations where I am unseen and unheard.  

I have been sent here to speak forth what God has placed on my heart. I surmise that to get their attention, something has to happen, or they will go on this way, in their own self-absorbed world, for a long time. In just a few short minutes, a fire alarm begins to ring very loudly. I had no part in making this happen but I knew instinctively what to do. I spoke loud, clear and with authority. “Everyone outside,” I said. “Now!”

With the sound of these words, people throughout the house began walking toward the door to head out to the back yard. They formed a line across the back of the house. No one was speaking. It was silent except for the sound of the alarm. The alarm eventually stopped and then, the silence was all that remained. I stood on one side of the yard and a line of people faced me from the other side. Having their full attention, staring at me, I started to open my mouth and found that nothing came out. I had nothing to say.

Standing there like a complete fool, I was unable to move and unable to speak. The people started to get restless and within minutes, they proceeded to go back into the house. They walked by me as I stood there.  I turned and saw through the windows that they walked right back to their previous groups and began to pick up in conversation where they had left off. I was still standing on the lawn, alone. The words, which I had to speak, were still pulsing within me like fire in my veins, but they did not flow forth. 

At that moment I woke up, eyes open, wondering what this dream actually was all about. Then my eyes closed and I dozed off again for a short while. Then frustration came upon me because I felt helpless and unable to change my situation. I was still hidden, unseen and unheard. I kept thinking of different scenarios that would have given me some answers to this dream. Should I have walked back into the house and demanded that they listen to me? What would it take to be seen?

Enjoy the JourneyMy dream did not come with closure, at least not the type of closure that I wanted. I wanted clear answers and some type of vindication. I did not get any of this. So, after praying and thinking for some time, I realized that the dream was open-ended and that by the Holy Spirit, the story shown in my dream continued with my eyes wide open. “Is this possible?” I wondered. Then as I briefly closed my eyes, I began to dream again, while awake. There before me was a path, a new path in Christ. The path of my life – a way outside the confines of normality, one in which there would be adventure and joy. I could not go back into the house. That was not possible for me. After all these years of wanting to be heard or seen, or needing to be affirmed by people in the mix, I knew that I was meant to walk a different path in my life. This dream showed me that I knew there was no going back now. So what now? Again, this is a creative journey that works itself out as I walk it day by day in Christ. Enjoy the journey with me!