December 14, 2009

This morning breaks with anticipation!

It's just after 1:00 am, the Christmas Tree and fire blazes beside me with strains of the song "I’m on my way back home", being sung in my ears.

I'm not sure what to think about that as within 12 hours, skilled surgeons will cut a hole in my head, and peer deeply into what is going on in there. These servants of God will make decisions on the fly that will effect how, or if, the future delivery of this glorious message will be carried by my life or others in my stead.

Not really my life but His, a man that is now not only fully healed and alive, but more importantly fully His.

Yesterday was the best day ever! It began with rejoicing and celebrating with my King at midnight, downloading to who I now understand myself to be, his delivery boy, wheelbarrow dumper and messenger.

A small cat nap about 4:00 am, followed by the clearest vision I've had thus far about a story of my life that had to, but had never had been told, except in my mind countless times. The story was now critical to the completion of this experience.

As I stood in the shower, I felt demon's shriek and Hell retreat at what was about to happen at its revelation and the eventual application of what was being told to me. I'm still listening to the Father about what form this is supposed to take in light of the next chapter in which God will reveal my part in its completion. Whether it's me or someone else in which the details of what occurred have been entrusted, the importance of what was told me and what to do while standing in the shower, will be carried out... people freed, Hell standing exposed and shuddering, Heaven populated. Incredible!

My beautiful daughter, Amy, who is so deep, is sleeping upstairs waiting to accompany me in 6 hours to what she referred to as we went to bed last night as, “the next chapter.”

Only God knows it's content, and I'm so excited about seeing His plan unfold in the lives and hearts of the broken and wounded in America and beyond as they are healed by the Only One who can pull out the jagged arrows of pain inflicted by the hated forces of darkness who meant to steal, kill and destroy the beauty of their lives.

Millions being healed by the salve of Heaven, becoming fully alive, as I have in past few days, and changing the lives of all they touch by dumping their own wheelbarrows just as I have had the privilege of doing.

When I awoke a few minutes ago, my eyes sprung open with the thought of cold Gatorade being tasted in my mouth, impossible since I cannot drink anything until after the surgery, save what was required to take a few pills in the morning.

But I think my King wanted to say something deeper and important as to how we are to sustain the power of the journey.

We need cold, fresh nourishment from His throne all the time, replacing what was diminished by the pouring out each day the mighty work of the Kingdom.

Simple, hardly rocket science, yet so often forgotten in the journey of Kingdom effectiveness; true, eternity changing, effectiveness.

I love what God is doing in my life and what the future holds, whether I get to be a continuing part of how it plays out this side of Heaven, or not.

I only thank Him for including me in His glorious presence and allowing me a glimpse into His great beating, loving heart and His unstoppable rescue of those he has loved since the foundations of the world.

I've got to get to bed, the most exciting day of my life is about to begin!

Your friend and brother,
Tim