Poverty that makes rich

This one comes from a place of poverty, a place I am learning to love and cheerfully pursue. This kind of poverty is real and raw and one of the things it has surely taken from me is SELF. Self-entitlement, self-preference, self-glory and a lot more shoots that bud on self. The result; an emptiness inside that cries out ‘fill me’. This take away is a pain that heals and a denial that empowers. This, contradiction of life; poverty of the spirit.

A poor spirit acknowledges the sovereignty of God and in light of this breaks into a state of dependency and utter need of Him. A poor spirit lives conscious that there is an owner of life and He is the one in charge, not them. A poor spirit has nothing to lose but everything to gain in God. A poor spirit is not constrained by fear but compelled by love to follow the one who is at the helm of things-God.

This poverty makes rich. It unlocks the heavens above me and activates a torrential flooding of my spirit, mind and body with the ultimate blessing, God himself. He becomes the bread to feed on, the living water to quench my internal thirst, the object of affection to feed my eyes on. This poverty makes the heart tender, it rips it off things then fills it up in an overflow. It’s birthed a cry within me that says, “whatever you are doing inside of me, it feels like chaos but somehow there’s peace. It’s hard to surrender to what I can’t see but I’m giving in to something heavenly,” (Sanctus Real)


Behold the handmaid!

Your will not mine is this handmaid’s song,

No higher calling, no greater honor than to be wholly deposed to you.

A life surrendered, heart given, spirit yielded, mind overtaken

A destiny overshadowed by you, a body subjected to you,

The refrain in this handmaid’s song; posses me O Lord for in your reins I am free.

Totally, fully, unreservedly, unashamedly yours,

This life belongs to you, let it be a reflection of who you are

This heart; let it resonate to the sound of your own heartbeat

These hands; let them build with you,

These feet; let them walk down your just paths

These lips; let them sing forth the praises of you that calls me by name

This womb; let it birth the fruit of your incorruptible seed

Let the totality of who I am converge to produce you.

Be it  unto me according to your Word, is the echo of this song

Affirming that you take the lead; I follow, gladly so

Lord my heart is not haughty, nor my eyes lofty

Neither do I concern myself with great matters,

Nor with things too profound me

Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul

Like a weaned child with his mother

Like a weaned child is my soul within me

Behold the handmaid of the Lord!

PS; A story of surrender-Jon Jorgenson, he gets it! This is a piece of  worded art, pulsed with LIFE!

Give me eyes

Give me eyes to see the way that you see, give me eyes

It’s your lens I need, my own keeps getting caught in linear dimension

I want to see, I want your ultra dimension sight, that which sees into and sees through

because I know you as the source of the many-sided wisdom; multi-faceted, unmatched, it sees the whole picture.


Give me eyes to see the far that you see, give me eyes

Let your deep call unto my deep, let all your waves and billows go over me

Your riches are unsearchable, your counsel past finding out

Why would I feed on the crust when I can have the whole cake?

Give me the depth of sight, let me see beyond the surface


Give me eyes to see the much that you see, give me eyes

You affirm that ‘in this earthen vessels, lies treasure’, you see gold out of rubble in people

Maybe its your film I need, to create images like you do.

You do not see as man sees, you see the heart

I need your field of vision.


These are the eyes that see life differently;

They saw in dead Lazarus, a man quickened to breathe again. Eyes that see life in death

They envisioned a gold coin in a fish’s mouth out at sea. Eyes that see divine provision in the most unlikely of places.

They saw the children and said ‘let them come to me’. Eyes that see and understand the power of seed.

These eyes saw the cross as a symbol of love, not pain

They saw into the Father’s heart and chose to drink from the cup of suffering, enduring the cross, despising the shame

They saw Gethsemane as the gateway to the redemption of man, not a battleground of sorrow.

These eyes saw life differently.


Give me eyes and I will be a better me

Give me eyes and I will make the world a better place

Give me your eyes I pray!

A letter to my father

I couldn’t wait to get this pen on paper…

See, I just got home after a full day’s business and as I whiled my way through the maze of traffic, my thoughts were on you. Today was spent with the amazing people you brought my way and have since become family. Our time was rich and came with a dose of refreshment for the soul. The evening turned out lovely as I sat over tea with my two sisters, indulging in seasoned conversations that left my taste-buds alive with zest.

All the while, this little tug in my heart stayed on and I could not deny the void within amidst the seeming fullness of life without. You know, no matter how much I try, I cannot experience the fullness of joy, peace, happiness, love or whatever when you are not in the picture.

See, you are my FATHER and yet there’s more to you than these six letters that attempt to describe your place and purpose in my life.

You are the missing link in my puzzles of life, you complete the picture, you settle me.

You are the connecting switch that turns my lights on

You are the striking match that lights a fire on the dreams in my heart

You are the warmth that rises up from within and causes me to look at the world through the lens of love

You are vision to my sight, the power behind my sails, the warrior that trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle

You are the final brush stroke that gives a touché to the painting of my life

Father, without doubt, the essence of life and destiny is locked up in you. In you I find me, I define me and the loveliest part is that I get to reflect and represent you.You are most glorified in me when I am most satisfied in you. My heart will still keep tugging at me everyday to reach out, to keep close to you. In your presence there is fullness of joy, at your right hand there are pleasure ever more.

I belong to you! my heart was made for you, here’s to living everyday with you in my mind, alive in my heart! I belong to you.



This is for the lovers, the pursuers, the hungry souls, the hearts longing, for Him that is worth laying down everything for:

“My heart overflows with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. You are fairer than the sons of men; Grace is poured upon your lips.”

This is for them that find pleasure in gazing upon the beauty of Him that is the bridegroom:

“His eyes like a flame of fire, on His head many crowns.”

This is for those who know Him as the lamb that was slain , yet victorious over death; the lion of the tribe of Judah:

“Gird your sword upon your thigh O Mighty one, with your glory and your majesty. And in your majesty ride prosperously because of truth, humility and righteousness.”

This is for those who recognize Him as altogether lovely, meek and lowly yet holding the reins of all power and authority in heaven and on earth. Their true satisfaction, the joy of their salvation, in whom all things hold together:

“He is the brightness of the Father’s glory, the express image of His person.”

“He is the living bread, with Him is the fountain of life, in His light we see light, the Bright and Morning star.”

This is for them that know Him as the desire of all nations, the one who was, who is and will always be the center, the one worth running to:

“And the Spirit and the bride say ‘come’

And let him who hears say ‘come’

And let him who thirsts ‘come’

And whoever desires, let him take of the water of life freely.”

This is for them that have raw love for the Son, lovers of Jesus.




There’s pain in surrender to God, to truth. It normally feels like I am being stripped of my sense of entitlement, my rights to think, to say, to do as I want. But who said what I want is always what I need? I have discovered the more I say NO to me and YES to Him, I find rest for my soul. I grow up in Him. Maturity.


Surrender is like a free fall from the sky, without a parachute. The pull of gravity triggers uncertainty and enough dose of adrenaline rush. It leaves you feeling you have no control. The pull is stronger than anything else. I have seen that surrendering to God may feel the same way-like I am losing control because He doesn’t always give the answers but promises that it shall be well. I want the answers in black and white, I want to know the end but He says ‘be still and know that I am God’. And when I quieten my soul within me, I experience peace. It becomes a pleasure to let go and let God, trusting His arms to hold me up. The free fall is worth it.


There’s freedom in surrender. This is the power of giving in to the call, the demand, the standard of father God. Freedom from fear; that of the unknown, of failure and of death. When the buck stops with Him and not me, I cease trying to ‘contain’ things. I let Him order my steps and for sure though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. I am free. The good shepherd is in charge. In Him all things hold together.

“I see you on the hills God, I want to be there too. Help me say yes to you.”

Lauren Holmes-Victorious in Love


The greatest love, lover, love story

I think everyday we drift in and out of the scenes of life’s greatest love story, and we know not. We are part of the cast, no, actually we are co-starring but we know not. The lead man, the main guy, the starring is ever playing His part yet we know him not. His part in the story is to pursue and pour out his love to the co-star who holds a special place in his heart.

This love is majestic, fiercely delicate, so gentle yet it roars, so pure yet is jealous. It’s a tough kind of love, one that beckons ‘come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden’ yet quickly demands ‘take my yoke upon you, for my yoke is easy and my burden light’. It’s a proactive kind of love ‘He chooses to shed this love abroad his subject’s heart’.

I think He is the greatest lover that has ever been, that is and will ever be. He loves unconditionally, steadfastly, ravishingly, wholly and unreservedly. He loves before his subjects could even find it to love him.

Many waters cannot quench this love, nor can floods drown it. Nothing can keep this lover away; if you ascend into heaven, he is there. If you make your bed in hell, behold he is there. If you take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there his hand shall lead you and his right hand shall hold you. He is unavoidable, inescapable, immutable.

So I awaken to the reality of this love, no one can resist it. It’s called AGAPE. Inside of me is a beam that resounds at the voice of this love and I can’t help but call out back after him. I choose to know this love; experience it, to know this lover; indulge Him, to know this great love story; be part of it. He is love and I am loved. I don’t need to earn it or prove my worth for it. Daily, through my inconsistencies, shortsightedness, limitations, He still pursues me.

Kalley Heiligenthal sings it…“Your love is devoted, like a ring of solid gold, like a vow that is tested, like a covenant of old. Your love is enduring through the winter rain and beyond the horizon with mercy for today”

And the beam in my heart resounds…”Abba, I long for that beauty that comes from letting you take over and me fading out. Let me be savagely hungry for you so much that if anything stands in between me and you, it must come under my feet. Your love makes me”