Playing Dress Up

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It can be fun to pretend we're someone else. But there is nothing better than TRUE SELF.

Behind all the make-believe lies a treasure waiting to be unearthed.  Buried deep, most have forgotten true identity.  Into the darkness Jesus comes to reveal what only the eyes of a child can see:

The "pearl of great price" is YOUR  authentic, beautiful self.  YOU are God's reality.

You are a daughter.  A son.  A forever free and full of light, formed in the image and likeness of your Creator "one."

You are "I Am."

Unique in your own, beautiful way, a living STONE, created to perfectly connect with every other in the Sustainer of ALL Humanity, you are equally loved, valued, celebrated and adored by the Father.

In this LOVE there is a way to be REAL, a way that originates and culminates in LIFE...in happily ever after.  Your story is His story.  Beginning and end, and all the chapters in between, have already been written on the pages of your heart by the Author who is Love.

Listen to your heart!  In the deepest darkness, God IS!  In he center of your being God dances and sings, and shines brilliantly with the revelation of YOU.

One need only get quiet and listen.  Open eyes to see.

Be willing to lose the layers, all the dress-up clothes that keep you hiding.

Let go of false reality, false identity, every lie, religion.

Stop hating and judging the one who God says is GOOD... the one that is wonderful You.

Hear and believe the truth for yourself.

Follow the Light into LOVE.  Behold LOVE...there in the center of you!

Be loved. 

Be...love.

The world is (literally) dying to meet you, the real you, the beautiful, wonderful and amazing, all-set-free-by-Truth-in-LOVE you.

"Arise, shine, for your light has come!  And the glory of I AM rises upon you."  ~Isaiah 60:1

Song Bird

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Song Bird

There is much to learn from a bird that sings.  With no thought to an audience, she lives to celebrate her song.  Her voice surrounds in the sweet serenade of sunsets; her praise, awakens the dawn. 

Every day dancing to the sway of earth's rhythms, she forages, mates and procreates.  An inner knowing guides her in the building of a nest.  In the watching over her young.  In  teaching ancient melodies that draw her family in.

And these fledglings, all too soon pushed from the nest, their tiny wings learn to rest on a substance sensed, not seen.  Reaching for sky, they soar. Feathers mirror sunlight--all iridescence-- when they are caught up one by one into the wonder.

Even on those days when only God listens, the colors, the flight, the fledgling songs--every note--all resonate with the sound of His singing, inviting the earth to be one with Him...

...to know the love of Him...

...to find rest in His rhythms...

...to celebrate the life we have been given...

...to make our own music that wakes the dawn.