Battle Cry

Go to war against me.  Invade my shores and battle to overtake all my harbors until they are under your mighty hand.  March through my cities and burn them out.  Let nothing that is not born of you dwell here.  Ravage my identity that only exists for my own land, that has not been given to me.  Turn all my barricades into graves for the foolishness and deception that must die.  I pray to go to battle with you and lose.  Let me not be successful in defending my territory to your spirit.  Take all the parts of my heart, soul, and mind that have been turned against you, and destroy what is necessary to take captive all that is able to be refined in your loving fire; let the rest burn as nothingness.  When every part of my land has been turned over and wiped desolate of anything unworthy of existing in love, plant a mustard seed of your love.  Let the seed flourish in my soul, and bring forth new hope in my land.  Let my heart be purified and new in this old place.  Let the love of the father grow deep and rich in this land of hopefulness.  Continue to battle with me as the loving father who always understands the naive son who goes against his father.  Let your light be reflective in what you plant here.  What is born from you shall be my new heart with your name set upon it forever.

Song of Songs 8:6  Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.  It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.

Simple Thoughts

Growing together is sometimes in the distancing of ourselves apart.  Finding an identity you are whole with can be what you bring back together.  Anything else is in itself the deception that leads us to believe we are complete together, and without notice of ourselves it leads us not together again.