Sweet honesty…

Milestones and markers anniversaries and remembrances some good

some bad

some great

some painful

but….never without hope never without promise.

Be thankful for the memories; to weave together to the possible. Waiting and listening, ear to the ground connecting the former and the images

Why is it so twisted?

Romans 7:

21 I find then a law, that evil is present with me, the one who wills to do good. 22 For I delight in the law of God according to the inward man. 23 But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members. 24 O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? 25 I thank God—through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, with the mind I myself serve the law of God, but with the flesh the law of sin.

You look back and find memories and say “i want that”. But that wasn’t even good, that wasn’t even My best. The latter will exceed the former but getting there, making it there is the journey, the test. But when you arrive you will bring others along. Make a way, way maker, literal life saver.

You got my number???

Immediate surrender

Immediate cascade

Immediately the enemy speaks to your fear because he’s listening

But greater Leah, greater Leah greater Leah

Oh it doesn’t feel great, it doesn’t feel great

But greater!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Right now you need a water walking Jesus that’s what you need and that’s who I am

Call on me!

Prism, rainbows and what not…

Paralyzing/technicolor/dreams

Dreams that morph into reality

Ridiculous spectacular and splendid colors and dreams

Paralyzing technicolor dreams

Dreams that show a future

I’ll give dreams that paint a picture, clearly ridiculously, clear and it won’t make any sense but it doesn’t have to

Because you have nothing to prove – this is between you and me

You have nothing to hide, nothing to escape from

Run to it/it’s ugly and stinks/ but run to it and rip off the scabs, the scaly patches and beneath it new growth, new pastures, new visions but wading through the muck the mire the filth is yucky, just yuck

But………………………

You have nothing to prove and you might just have to stand there alone but it’s ok cause you are never alone; never without breath or joy

Cause I’m always BEFORE not after, that’s my promise to you; you asked and that’s my promise to you