Sunday, July 28, 2013

NONE OF YOUR SCARS CAN MAKE ME LOVE YOU LESS!

What if I said none of your scars can make me love you less,
Would you still believe me?
None of your scars can make me love you less.

My perfect love for you is solid
So your imperfection don't define my love for you
 I find joy in covering all your shortcomings

Your old scars and your current wounds
Your hurts, downfall and your pains
Even in all that, I am still the Balm of Gilead

As you behold me as in the mirror
Let my scars bring healing to your scars
My cross now sings healing and wholeness in your darkness

I will never define you based on your scars
I will never call you as the world thinks of you
Will you allow me to be your one and only voice?

Your scars will never make me love you less
Your past do not threaten my plans for your future
Allow me to kiss these scars away.



Sunday, July 7, 2013

MIRRORS OF FAITH

Do you trust me enough, do you really trust me with yourself, do you have to see me to believe that I am and I will do what I promised no matter how long it takes? May I remind you that I am the assurance of your hopes, I am the title deed of what have you have not seen, this should convict you of their reality before they manifest, I am FAITH (Hebrew 11)
I am the one who provoke you to believe me even when you still cannot hold, sense, touch, feel, hear, taste or see the promise. Even after you have patiently waited for “long” I strengthen you to still stand it’s not because I love to watch you suffer, NO!  I never change my mind about promises and if you choose to accept that, then you realize that the promise you are waiting for is of lesser value compared to the experience of waiting on me, in me.

"But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." (Isaiah 40:31)
Faith looks like me saying yes in Gethsemane and believing even after death, I will be raised and seated at my father’s right hand, so I endured the cross
Faith looking like the father loving the world that knew him not but still gives his only son as a divine exchange to trade places so that he can restore creation to its first estate.
Faith Looks like me on the cross, arms wide open, inviting me to be mine and believing the prayers that I prayed for you in  (John17:1-5,) my father will fulfill and I will receive my spotless  bride at the wedding of the lamb no matter how she looks like now.

You have reduced me to material possession, you think I dwell with those who are wealthy by worldly standard, and you think the rich one has more faith than you do. Your material gains will never equal to your faith. I am more than that.
I am the passion that has been driving the sweet old woman in your neighborhood to contend for a revival for the last 20 years and to stand in the gap of her city even though she has occasionally being a victim of crime in the same city just because she believed me when I said I will pour out my spirit to all.  Like Abraham I count her as righteous

I am the spirit comforting Mary at the feet of the cross, when her whole life is flashing right before her: from visitation by Angel Gabriel, becoming pregnant and putting her life at risk and a promise of a son who will be given a throne and a kingdom that will never end. And even now when her dreams of Jesus becoming the king are fading right before her eyes, the promise of raising a king is looking back at her as a man dying a criminal death, , I am the voice, reminding her of the evidence not yet seen, that it was written in Isaiah 53 that  he will die such death but that is not the end of his story.
I said you are seated with me in heavenly places and you are! Now would you allow me to be the stairway that you use to enter in my presence until you learn to dwell there and become a pillar that can never be moved? In the place of stillness, will you allow me to seat with you patiently until you see him face to face?
 
I have promised to never leave you nor forsake you, but would you still believe me when you end up in prison because of me? would you deny me and turn back to the wider and popular route or just like Paul would you be quick to realize it is not about you, but you have been found worthy to embrace the glory revealed after your sufferings (1 Pet 4:12-13) and  I will grace you to worship in your prison and when all the prison doors open and captives are set free, then you will know it was never about you but a fulfillment of Isaiah 58.

What about when faced with fire, that situation you are now facing that you think you cannot stand and face, the impossible situation. When soon you will be challenged to compromise your faith to accommodate political fantasies  would you allow me to be the boldness  inside of you  like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego believing that I will rescue you and if I don’t, you will still choose to  stand for the truth like they did?. When you see Jesus walking in the blazing furnace with you, and the fire not consuming you, then you will realize it was not about you, it was a Governmental walk you had just been invited by the councils to walk in, and because you obeyed, decree will be changed by kings because of you to the glory of God ~( Daniel 3:16-30)

And if I don’t turn up in the fire or when you are been stoned will you look up like Stephen full of the Holy Spirit and see the glory of God and Jesus standing at the right hand of God?  If you do this then I [faith] becomes a fulfilled.
 Because it is on beholding him that you become, it is when you see him face to face that you realize he was the promise, you become awakened to the reality of Christ in you the hope of glory, Faith become you because in him you become like him.

You realize in all struggles and trials, the I AM was present, he was waiting for you to engage him as the answers to your questions, the healer of your soul, the provider of your house hold, he wanted to be a friend, in the times of waiting, he wanted to introduce you to glory where time does not matter in the presence of the king, he wanted to be the way where you found none. I become the song that Noah sings when building the Ark in the midst of drought and in that song I sustain him and heal his soul from the abuse of those who gave up on waiting for 120 years for the rain.

In all this mirrors of life, I [faith] anoints you with hope to wait, because in the waiting I strengthen you, in the waiting I call you to myself, if you can only learn how to dance in all seasons. Mirrors of faith are me standing before you inviting you to behold me in every situation, for in doing so you become that. As you behold my mirror as your righteousness you become that and then I hold you as that for the world to see.  When you behold me as your warrior king, I train you to be that, and then you stand in the gap and war for nations.

 When you consider your present sufferings, remember they are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in you. I will teach you how to fight the good fight of faith by taking hold of eternal life which I called you to when you said YES to me. (Romans 8:17 1 Timothy 6:12).

And for all the times you have chosen to stand in the midst of your trials and persecution, you chose to trust me and for that I call you righteous one because of your faith. As I am of the evidence of things not seen, I am calling you to be partaker of the unseen. Allow me to be the door you walk through to the unseen, the heavenly realm, where everything is yes and Amen, the door that Enoch and others have walked through, where you’re the glory becomes revealed in you and around you and everything else fades away.

  xxx
Ann Wangari