Reflections on Deeper Things
Reflections on the journey with the One who is beloved above all. Thoughts on who He is that would dare to die for those who did not know Him. Not many have the courage to dig so deep beneath the surface of things that they could be permanently branded by a fire that is all-consuming.
- Name: Stacey
- Location: California
Musician, singer, poet, writer, single woman, friend.
Wednesday, February 05, 2014
Saturday, February 01, 2014
If only I were Wonder Woman I would have been strong enough to stand, to love, to persevere when the tide was proving not to change . . . but Wonder Woman I was not.
I needed Mr. Hyde to go away. Depart. Never dare return again; yet, leave my hero here, so he could cover me like Boaz did to Ruth and show me what real love is like. But after feet were cut and bleeding by the eggshells I was always walking on, I had to finally be the one to quietly depart. For Mr. Hyde chose not to leave, so I had to be the brave one. And God gave me strength to make the change when my hero found that he could not.
Artwork: Angry Superhero by unknown
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Gotten Themselves into a Muddle
They did not know how to handle it: Another voice has dared to speak; another soul has refused to bow to the media's thought police.
And I say - WELL DONE! Well done, Phil Robertson, for speaking truth and answering those simple questions as straightforward as you did. No hemming or hawing from you. No cowering or worrying who thinks what about you . . . refreshing . . . encouraging . . . wonderful to see that there are those who do not bend with fear before that vocal crowd who have a tendency to call evil good - and who try to punish those who refuse to do the same.
Millions of us stand behind you, without a platform, without that clarion vantage that you have to speak and have it broadcast for the world to hear. Thank you, Phil Robertson. Your voice means much to us! . . . Poor A&E. Let's see how you get your teeth out of this one.
Artwork: (c) Peter Bay Alexandersen
Thursday, October 24, 2013
God's Lovely Mess
He came because you called. And you called because you believe. Deep inside your heart it was there and you did not even know it - a tiny seed of faith that had been planted years and years ago; a knowing that God is there. And you wandered, and you chose wrong paths, and you hid the wounds. Until that day - when you called His name.
Perhaps you are a mess . . . but you are God's lovely mess now.
Artwork: Her Choice (c) Diana Moses Botkin
Friday, October 11, 2013
A Place of Graves
But . . . it is a place of graves, isn't it? (They do not hear me) Excuse me! It is a place for dead people, is it not?
As I peek in I see the tombs - white-washed and very pretty. Rows and rows of them. I see the burdens on the backs of those who walk within . . . no, I do not think that I shall enter in.
Artwork: Cemetery at Dusk by Caspar Friedrich
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Stronger Than Your Winds
O, Autumn, come! Come early if you can. My storm-loving sensibilities are missing you.
I am so ready for the wind to gather up the leaves again. Storms, you must promise to pummel hard and shout with those thunderous voices you are so well versed in. God’s voice has sounded like your thunder. My God is bigger, though. Bigger than you, Storms—louder than your thunder, stronger than your winds, fiercer than your lightning that you cast upon the earth.
I cannot wait for autumn’s storms—they so remind me of the God I love.
Artwork: An Autumn Wind by unknown
Sunday, September 08, 2013
War with the Lamb
“Yes. Her soul is now in heaven, with us.”
“It is that demon prince that did it, isn’t it.”
“Yes, that principality that they call ‘Allah’. Always at war with the Lamb and His saints—”
“And always working through the blinded ones who follow it.”
“Yes, since the 7th century when it was raised up as a god."
"Their moon god?"
"Their moon god. Chosen from the 300 false gods that they worshiped, chosen to become their only god.”
“Well, the time is getting closer when the True One shall return. Then this counterfeit shall fall.”
“This counterfeit has already begun its fall. A kingdom divided against itself cannot stand. It is devouring itself through the violence and hatred that it breeds . . . but there is hope in the midst of it!”
“You mean more shall turn and call upon His name, the name that saves? As she did?”
“Millions more! More than can be counted. More than can be stopped.”
“That demon prince will scream—blood will flow thicker!”
“Yes . . . but that is because it knows that it is doomed.”
Artwork: St. Eulalia, detail by Waterhouse
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Slithered his Way
And in homes he has quietly taken up roost. And in government buildings he is happily nestled. And around the media he has wrapped his coils—in hopes to strangle voices such as yours, Councilwoman Chan.
Be brave!—though foul words will be spat at you. Be fearless!—though they will try to ruin you. Remember, the Beloved of the Heavens stands with you and has given you a strong and solid conscience to help guide you. They may call evil good, but God does not . . . it is that snake who does.
Artwork: Danger on the Stairs © Pierre Roy
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Out of That Dark Hold
It was lies that held you, and now—it is truth that sets you free. What joy it is to see you stepping out of that dark hold (though, granted, with timidity at first). The enemy of God, and so the enemy of you, tried so hard to keep you there, tried by every tool to keep you believing in the lies . . . and thus, keep you locked away from light and life and all that you were meant to have.
Hah! Christ wins again.
Artwork: The Keys by Edward Blair Leighton
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Pounded Down With Nails
What sheer breadth and height it would have measured (if sin could possibly be measured thus): Homosexuality, pornography, hatred, murder, lies, rebellion . . . countless sins in every shape and form as can be imagined in the heart of man.
And at that moment of the laying of our sins upon him . . . God's wrath was satisfied. The payment for our souls was made. Someone had to pay the penalty, and only he, who had no sin, could do it.
Artwork: Nailed to the Cross, unknown
Monday, July 29, 2013
It breaks through fear. It restores calm. It makes the world’s noise disappear. It soothes my agitation and brings rest.
It is God’s heartbeat. And only those who have found their refuge underneath his wings have ever heard it.
Yes, truly it is unlike any other sound.
Artwork: wings, unknown
Friday, June 07, 2013
Let The Dreams Begin!
And who can stop the Son of God from entering into a sleeper’s quiet rest? No one can. Who can stop dear muslim souls from believing in their heart that Jesus saves? No one can.
And the eastern world accuses, “it’s a foreign plot to convert muslims!” Oh, no, not a foreign plot at all— it is a God plot! A Holy Spirit plot! An incredible plot thought out by God Himself at the beginning of the world.
Night is falling now . . . the eastern world is lying down to sleep . . . and heaven shouts, "LET THE DREAMS BEGIN!"
Photograph: Jesus in a dream, unknown
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
100,000 Dear Ones
It is something Islam cannot comprehend. Muslims fear the strength of it and communists do also. Beat it out of them! They try . . . Burn their property! They do . . . but to no avail.
100,000 dear ones are killed each year by those who hate the brightness of its light.
What is this thing that births such courage in the face of death? . . . It is the simple love that’s found in Jesus.
Artwork: St. Nicholas Saves Three Innocents from Death by Ilya Repin
Thursday, May 09, 2013
A Blessed Burial
So down you go, a blessed burial. Down you go, buried with Christ so that you can be resurrected with Him.
What a wonderful day to be reborn!!
Artwork: Baptism (c) Daniel Bonnellhttp://www.bonnellart.com/www.lifeonthenile.com/Home.html
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
This Other Battle
Be brave, for you are not alone. Be strong, for we are praying for you. They say your bended knee is a national threat to our security. Ha! Keep bowing, soldiers all, keep loving, keep sharing the comfort of your Christ . . . and never stop.
And if they call it treason? Have no fear, for Jesus was called traitor, too. Only cling to truth and faith and keep speaking to all who have the ears to hear. For many shall be brought into the kingdom because of this other battle that you fight—a battle that has eternal consequence.
Photograph: soldiers praying, unknown
Friday, April 26, 2013
They declares that they are friend and ally to those who wish to end your life—in fact, they shall help them take it, as they trumpet themselves the hero of those who do the taking.
Who are these orators sublime who gild death with glittering platitudes, as they smile and speak of you, small growing one, as if you have no right to live, no right to stretch and grow and sing your song that God alone did give you?
Who are they that dare to raise their fists against your little life? . . . They call themselves Planned Parenthood.
Photograph: fetus at 12 weeks, unknown
Thursday, April 25, 2013
A Child Does
“A child does? How can a child carry the light? A child is small. A child is simple. And THIS light is very important! THIS light is full of glory and weight and power.”
Did you not know? . . . He chose the simple to confound the wise.
Artwork: Ethan’s Lantern © Morgan Weistling
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Aiming At Its Heart
And not just any beast, but this beast: The one that would like nothing else but to devour you. That is why it skulks amongst the shadows as it does. That is why it trails behind with nose to ground to keep upon your heels. It loves your fear. It feeds upon it so must stir it up or else its belly would be empty.
But now you have it in your sights. Go on! God will give a steady hand. Now is not the time to fear!—now’s the time to breathe, slow and deep . . . and aim true.
Artwork: The Outlaws of Sherwood © Robert Hunt
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Words to Steal Hope
Thursday, January 31, 2013
The power of Christ still courses strongly through your being, as it did when you were a younger, fiery brand. He wants you still to partner with Him, if you will . . . if you care to . . . if you"ll let Him.
There are still sick to be healed and dead to be raised and discouraged ones to be lifted up by the prophetic words Holy Spirit gives you. Your latter light shall be brighter than your former . . . if you will, if you care to . . . it's not over yet.
Artwork: A Helping Hand by Carts
Sunday, January 20, 2013
A Light by Which to Walk
“Though dim the night, it shall be turned to brightest light. For so God said,” and still I’m speaking to my soul, “so He said that I was not to kindle my own fire to make a light by which to walk. No, indeed!
“A fire that I should light would steal away my peace when I lie down to rest. So, soul,” still speaking sternly to my inner self that sometimes struggles when the path gets dark, “just wait till He, himself, brings light upon the path you walk.”
Artwork: Pilgrim in a Rocky Valley by Carl Gustav Carus
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
A Pauper No Longer
Monday, November 19, 2012
Stirs to Wake
Oh, yes, that is Him. I know Him well. I know His scent. It smells like life!
And this fresh breeze that I so love to linger in and breathe in deep and smile at as it blows about me is something that I cannot live without . . . His presence.
Artwork: Desert Wind © Rob Chiu
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Stuff Falling Off
Oh, we can be a noisy bunch - we love to laugh! And you will find all sorts of stuff falling off you that you did not even realize you carried . . . burdens, that is. Ailments and griefs of various kinds. Baggage and trappings that never served you very well after all.
O-ho! Yes, welcome to the family. Such a good thing that you are here at last!
Artwork: Set Free © Deborah Nell
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Most Fierce Opponent
Your conscience tried to stop you in it—for many years that precious gift within you, given by a loving God, tried to stop you from this course. But you would not listen to it. You entertained the thoughts, and when thoughts are entertained for years, they grow in strength till a stronghold grips the mind that is not broken easily.
And when finally you had killed that God-imprinted conscience, put it sound to sleep, you stepped into that homosexual bond that is a false substitute for what the wounds within are really needing.
It is not Christians that have warred against you—it is that truest friend, yet most fierce opponent of them all . . . your conscience.
Artwork: Nature by Arild Rosenkrantz
Friday, October 12, 2012
Now you know the power of His blood. Now you know how well it washes clean till all the grime of sin is gone and like a child the innocence is back.
Child-like faith, child-like hope, child-like clean again! And to think that you did not believe in second chances . . . well, you were wrong.
Artwork: Evening by Maxfield Parrish
Monday, October 08, 2012
Thousands of Glorious Cheers
Iceland imprisoned its bankers. Iceland put its people first. Iceland refused to save the banks and it allowed them to fail! Hooray for such a courageous folk!
And what of Iceland now? Iceland’s economy is growing fast; faster than the U.S. and Europe. The government created better banks and forgave the people much of their debt. The brave, fighting folk of the cold north are wise, with wiser leaders than we have in the United States.
Remember us, Iceland, as we begin our fight . . . for we shall remember you and your great victory and it shall help us in our own dark night.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Left to Fight Alone
There is a war against your small sweet lives; there is a war because you have an enemy who hates you.
Abused, abandoned, trafficked, murdered in your mothers’ bellies even—a thousand different ways you have been harmed across this wide earth, because of why? Because satan is afraid of you. Because satan hates the One who has created you. Because you might possibly become a follower of Him who is beloved above all. And if you did, the light in you would be far more powerful than the darkness in this world.
But mothers and fathers have been blinded to this war . . . so you are left to fight alone.
Artwork: Field of the Slain by De Morgan
Thursday, August 30, 2012
“Yes, it is.”
“He looks very strong.”
“He is. But not strong enough to break his chains.”
“Ah, yes, the chains. They all have them.”
“They do. And in their human strength some can carry them for a very long time.”
“This one has a praying mother, doesn't he?”
“Oh, yes. And since he was in her womb she has never stopped interceding for him.”
“Does he know what brought him to this place?”
“Not completely; but he will. It’s enough for now that he is here.”
“This is exciting! I’ve never seen it happen. You know, actually been here at the moment. So now, when do the chains actually fall?”
“Any moment now, you will see . . . shh, listen . . . he is doing it. He’s asking Christ into his heart.”
Photograph: Man in Chains, unknown
Monday, August 27, 2012
They are the warring, fearless, deeply devoted armies of heaven. They are lovers of God’s Son, Christ, and obey Him alone. Men like to talk of them, but hate to speak about the One they serve. But the name of Jesus is always on their lips.
Courageous. Honorable. Terrifying. Beautiful. All and more.
Chubby Cherubs? . . . hardly.
Artwork: Angel Army, unknown
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
The Right to Speak
Oh, dear. What horror! How dare he love a wondrous God who loves him dearly back and thus he wants to think like Him and live with a mind renewed and a lifestyle that reflects His righteousness.
How dare Dan Cathy show the courage to speak what he believes, loud and clear, for all to hear. Insupportable! Insufferable! Not to be tolerated (say those who speak of tolerance the loudest!) This is America! No man shall EVER have the right to speak his mind.
Dan Cathy . . . I applaud you for it!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Bringers of That Light
Hear them shriek? Out there, in the dark somewhere? They dislike what we are, but we are what we are and they cannot stop it. We SHINE . . . and they cringe. We SING . . . and they stop up their ears. We pray—oh, my—we PRAY and they are forced to flee and evil tides are changed midstream.
"It’s them! It’s them AGAIN! Filthy bringers of that light; His light; wicked, wicked light!"
Hell doth not look well on us. Hell doth not have love for us. But we shall bring His light regardless, for He who dwells in us shines out of us so brightly.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
A Good Roar
It blasted 'cross the heavens like a cannon ball in answer to the prayers of saints. And those minions of the dark gasped in one united breath whilst the chains of captives broke like twigs shattered by a mighty wind.
And when I heard it, I laughed. I could not help but laugh, for He so enjoyed it. The Lion of Judah loves a good roar!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Never Stop Drinking!
Guaranteed to change things forever: love will burn more deeply; the heart will beat with greater strength; the vision will expand to see what heaven sees. And best of all—lost ones will be found and healed and saved.
Never stop drinking!
Artwork: photograph unknown
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Clinging To it Bravely
You know the secret, for I see you clinging to it bravely. And though I see you are alarmed . . . don’t be. Christ before, Christ behind, Christ below, and Christ above—so you are surrounded by the refuge that He is. Don’t forget. Remind your soul constantly: In this darkening world you are not alone.
. . . and you have an enemy who hates that truth.
Artwork: © Tristan Elwell
A Basket Full of Lovelies
Oh, there have been some who’ve tried to dissuade me of doing this. But I am stubborn. I believe that time in my garden with Him is never wasted. And I do my best to not pick bitter thorns. Bitter thorns are not what God intends for us.
NO to thorns and weeds and strangling vines, ALL of them! He has planted things in my garden . . . and watered . . . and weeded regularly (sometimes painfully), but always with the intent to reap a basket full of lovelies.
Artwork: Betty’s Posy Shop by Jessie Wilcox-Smith
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Pain That Claws
No one told them that such pain awaited them, pain that claws into the soul. No one told them of the consequence that comes when mothers-dear end the life that they were meant to nurture. But it comes. It always comes eventually. Their conscience will not have it any other way.
If only they'd been told the truth.
Artwork: Rachel Weeping For Her Children © Stephen Gjertson
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Love Came Down
Love was bruised. And it was love that spread His arms in quiet submission and took the nails. And then love did something that no one else could ever do—He rose up from the grave and conquered death forever.
Such love is very powerful. Such love is worth giving up all for. Islam, Buddhism, Ba-haiism, Hinduism . . . none of these could ever offer such love as this. I, for one, am a soul that has been undone by it.
Artwork: Allegory of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ © Patrick Devonas
I Heard it Laugh
Only wolves can laugh like that: A derisive, shallow, gloating kind of sound. It stood tall over the broken creature that was curled up beneath it and it laughed.
The laugh is what gave it away, for a sheep could never laugh over a wounded one. A sheep has too loving of a heart. The sound grieved my heart for I knew from what pit the laugh had come. And I knew what influence the wolf was under.
And when the wolf laughed, I heard the darkest sound. I heard the sound of all hell laughing with it.
Artwork: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing by artist unknown
Friday, February 24, 2012
You, the infinite God of the universe have set your infinite love and desire on one thing . . . mankind. Outside of yourself, you have chosen humanity as the greatest source of your pleasure.
And further still, you gave your own son to make a way for us to have relationship. You wanted us that much! . . . my Glorious One, I am left speechless.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Bright With Life
“They shine very lovely, don’t you think?”
“They’re amazing. I never knew that words of life were so . . . so bright with life.”
“Quick, look now.”
“Ahhh, she’s speaking forth a new one. And what exactly is it?”
“It’s a declaration of What is Not as if it Were.”
“And can they really change so much? They are so—simple after all.”
“Very much, in fact.”
“Then why do they not all do it?”
“For they’ve not all learned. Some don’t believe that such a little act can be important.”
“Well, I think this one shall never stop.”
“Yes, once they learn they get quite excited at the results.”
“You know, if they all did it, those life-lit words might just fill the earth.”
“That is the intended result. He means for them to fill the earth . . . and transform everything.”
Artwork: Little Girl Sitting in Field with Fireflies © Mike Elliott
You are not timid. You have His power dwelling in you. You have ALL of heaven backing you up. You have an army of angels walking with you. You told me those very same things once.
So now, take a deep breath. One. Two. Three. . . . and just walk. Everything happens after that first step.
Artwork: © Glenn Harrington
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Your Father's Rage
I see your father’s shadow standing there behind you, a figment of the past that haunts. I see what he has given you each time the anger rises up and twists your face into a mask that’s dark. It is inherited, you see.
When just a child you received the brunt of all your father’s rage. Not right. Not love. Not anything remotely like our heavenly Father’s heart. And you are bound to it yet still; for every time a wound is touched the anger burns within your eyes and comes screaming out in words that shock.
But there is hope. Jesus, fierce lion-lamb, can set you free from the prison that your father placed you in . . . Forgiveness is the key He uses.
Artwork: © Robert Hunt
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Pulling Heaven Down
It’s a wonderful thing when heaven touches earth. It’s exciting to see the change—to even feel it. Holy Spirit blows it in . . . from where? I do not know. From wherever God keeps the winds all stored up, I suppose. Heaven is invading earth through those He calls His children—the adopted ones—the ones who call upon His name and love Him dearly.
I’m pulling it down. Right here. Right where I stand. I’m pulling heaven down! . . . And tranformation, healing, love, and life and all that is in heaven is being pulled down with it.
Artwork: Undine in the Wind by Arthur Rackham
Little Lambs Behind You
But look! Here they come. One here; one there; they each remember, you know. They remember words you’ve spoken and quiet deeds you’ve done, and through the years the seeds have grown and they’re now thirsty for the water that brings life. And you have led them to it.
Here come more little lambs behind you!
Before His Glorious Self
JESUS!!! . . . I shout out that name and feel the reverberations through the air. What goodness. What awesome power. What beauty in His spirit. No one can stand against Him. Evil is cast down before His Glorious self.
He is my hero! I shall worship Him with my dying breath.
Artwork: Denying Satan by Carl Heinrich Bloch
Monday, January 16, 2012
I am a prosperous soul. All things belong to me for I belong to Christ. And as I watch heaven pouring out around me, whatever I can see is mine; for there is no lack in heaven. Not one tiny bit. And since heaven flows freely through a prosperous soul, then there is no lack for me.
The waters are wild . . . the abundance is rushing . . . and I? I cannot help but smile at such a joyful revelation: He has given me ALL things!
Artwork: Deep Woods Moonlight by Maxfield Parrish
Saturday, January 14, 2012
It Looked Like a Strong House
I think it was not built right. I think that someone built it on the sand, someone not too wise, and sand is not a sturdy place to build. But perhaps they didn't know. Perhaps they thought that if they built the walls from stone then the foundation didn't matter . . . Until, of course, the rains came.
If only they had built that house upon a rock--it might still be standing.
Artwork: Homesick (c) Samy Charnine
That Little Flame
"Right there. What is that little flame that she is setting down?"
"Oh--that is hope."
"Yes, a persistent hope."
"And who is that, the one lying down behind it?"
"That is one in need of hope."
"And who sent this hope?"
"He did--the One who loves her more than any other."
"But is that little flame enough? She seems so . . . so downcast."
"Oh, yes, more than enough. You see that little flame will grow."
"Yes. First it will fill her heart, then it will light her eyes, then it will make her rise up off the ground and then she will shine."
"Yes, like Him himself."
"That brightly? Really?"
"Oh, yes. He loves to make His children shining lights!"
Artwork: Dawn of Hope (c) Daniel Gerhartz
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
From out of a soul filled with grace and peace the dreaming comes, the inspired imaginings, the prophetic revelations. So rest and talk to Him; and think and sense and see what God sees. I guarantee it will be something bigger than you originally had planned. FAR bigger. FAR more. It will stretch you, this "more". It will challenge you. It may even make you a bit uneasy.
So rest and find that quiet place to think and pray and dream . . . for that “more” is very close.
Artwork: Fire Fancies by Arthur Hacker