I am choosing to jump into this blog out of order ... you are coming into my writings where I am right now. I will eventually go back and fill in from the first times Jesus took me to a new 'place' than I ever expected or thought possible. There are so many things in my walk with Jesus now that make me realize there is just so much more to be had and experienced and delighted in with Him and a life in Him that I cannot help but share and let Jesus choose how He will use this blog.

Hey Jesus I'm jumping in again ... lol... I need You to be what all this is about. Please be powerfully present with anyone who chooses to 'step into' this with You and me.

Okay after being shown that Jesus is indeed talking and interacting with us all the time and that we just need to listen (one of the BIGGEST paradigm shifts in my life)... I went to Him where I was comfortable ... in writing. Eventually I began to understand that there were times while typing that He was actually speaking to me! Alot happened over the last 3 years that I will eventually get to but He (in my writing) allowed me to meet with Him at certain places and we would spend time talking, walking, sitting, being....
That's all the background I'm giving you for now... here's where we met yesterday ....

...We walk by the playground and hear the squeaking of the swings swinging slightly in the breeze... we walk past the cliff and bench where I got to go way beyond where I have ever been before. We walk up the road and I sense a deepening of the day. The buildings on my left are starting to fade in the light, detail lost in the dimming. Yet we walk on... we walk past the road that leads up to the center park area with the fountains and absolute delights... we come around a bend in the road and I am shocked at what I see... for in this city there is another place. It is hidden usually to almost everyone except You. People huddle in their huts wanting warmth and light... there is a feeling of desperation here and fear. Wow, who are these people? You know it strikes me that it isn't odd at all that they are here in Your city... of all people those that live with fear and a desire for more.. to feel the desperation of survival hang over this place like a cloak of black. You would love these people desperately and would protect them by placing them within Your city... and You come here every night don't You? Yes to call to them.. to send out to them the voice of hope that the next day is coming.. to tell them I am here outside their huts waiting to meet with them and heal them. Some nights I sit here and sing to them.. so they can make it through the night and through the next day. See this rock here? yes it's huge and smooth. Yah I sit here faithfully every night and when they drift off to sleep I walk among their houses and touch the doors and walls whispering as I go of my love , my plans, my power, my desire, my hunger for them, my willingness to come into any door left open. You glance over at me and flash me a great big smile like You are revealing a secret of deepest delight. My chest tightens with the obvious love and desire You have for these ones of Yours. I have a thought... let's trim a branch or two.. so that in the morning a wee little more light will come in. I return the smile as big and as deeply felt as Yours. As we walk and work together we sing softly in the trees.