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I’m experiencing a strange collision of what I dream of, and that which I experience and see. As I taste and hear of miracles, supernatural breakthroughs and stories of heaven breaking into the natural circumstances of this planet, I am completely turned off by the present state of this gray street I live on. Why do we swim in ordinary water and eat ordinary bread when God says he’s cooked us an amazing 5 star meal? God says miracles will take place on the planet in a greater measure than in the days of Jesus. I don’t want to be swallowed up in the couch of dull comforts and sleepy satisfactions the toys around me offer. I don’t want that offer to be dead to me. I want a sober fire to burn the darkness around me wherever the soles of my feet tread. I want to be blown away by God in such a way that I’m permanently put off by my own methods & shallow expectations. Simply put, we’re too frail, too called, too important to inject the darkness of our own shaped ideas into our spirits and expect to release real power into our spheres of influence. We can’t quite accomplish the dreams God put in us if we bite on compromise on the road to the summit. Without appearing righteous or striving for perfection, I think we have permission to indulge in the excess of God. To drink the whole glass of what He’s placed before us. To indulge in purity. To desirously love things set apart from what we see in the natural. I think we have permission to be ravenously addicted to the unending pleasures of heaven. To be addicted to heaven’s wooing voice is what increases the cultivation of all that is right on the inside of us. Trying to plant wisdom and answers to our burnings might look more like a dance with our Lover than a rigorous etching of the Word into our minds. Cultivating heaven in our lives might start with irrational songs from the heart instead of a course on how to walk through the gate.

The smallest stab at faith opens things in God’s heart like an atomic explosion in the heavens. Our queries, hopes, and stirrings evoke something HUGE in God, that he is emotionally affected by us. He wants to infuse us and everything around us with his creative touch, his creative miracles, and he wants to make what seems supernatural very very natural to us. He wants to change our nature. Making the old man a thing of the permanent past and raising our new man into something supernaturally natural. There is an illusion over us that there is only so much to know, only so much to understand about God by what people say, by what our own human spirit says even. But when God says we are his, we’ve cultivated the unending One, the shoreless ocean of the Uncreated weaving us into his dreams, evergrowing, uncontainable, can’t help but explode miracles across our path kind of Father. He wants us to see how BIG he really is. He wants us to see life with a DEEP lens. He wants us to walk the shoreless ocean and know how much more there really is to ask for, to expect, to live by, to swim in, to drink of, be filled with, exude of, to see smell and swallow. We’ve been seated on a flight to the most amazing place imaginable, filled with epic sights and unpolluted wonder, but we don’t get off the plane because we don’t believe what is out the window is real sometimes. I want to put my shoes on and explore the more. I don’t want to write fluffy blogs about the unattainable, I’m just aiming my heart at something promised. This is what I want, this is what I’m thinking, this is what God hears and has an answer for.

Deep breath……