Spirit connections

Paths of light radiate in streaming fluid fire- liquid gold – Incandescent journeys through to destiny!

Light calls forth light. Glory splashes and dazzles glory. The yearning harmonies of light inviting the dance of lightness – opening childlike delight and laughter. A heart melded into symphony with Immanuel.

This is the Father’s invitation to join Him within. Intimacy, in the midst of fire! Present within a vaulted cathedral – expansive sapphire blue – harmonies coalescing into substance. Inheritance crystallized on the tendrils of faithful love – gently offered – lifted high and returning heavy with the dew of Heaven that shatters dark earthen barrenness. Life opens into the infinity of magnificent Hope.

Life of the Lover! Joy of the captivated!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Invitations

So…. I stand on the shore of your sunshine. I look into beauty that is bright. I hear the moment of your coming, and blossom with wonder and delight. I’m invited without limits into greatness, the brush and roaring thunder of your renown. I pause at times upon the threshold ….. balanced in this moment of a heartbeat. I cannot fall back into comfort… I feel the furious stretching of resolve. I rest within the embrace of your abandon and begin living in a song I cannot sing!
The melody is vast and all expansive, the depths vibrate more than earth’s travail, the glorious exclamations pierce the heavens, and so my being creates art — with delightful laughter left in hungry hearts now fed!
Author – Bill Tidsbury

Spirituality and Presence

The essence of my reality, as I walk through life, is that I have been granted the astounding grace of being united with a human being named Jesus.  The inexplicable process of how the almighty creator became human is not something I understand. It is equally inconceivable how it is that He has chosen to draw me deep into His heart, into His reality.

I live with my feet in two worlds. One is essentially 3 dimensional and in many ways overpowering to my senses. The other is spiritual, which sounds ethereal, and yet is not. It’s substance continuously expands my awareness of what’s possible and shifts my comprehension of seeing.

As I feel heart pain and struggle and see the devastation of poverty, I do find it easy to begin to shut down – to distance myself in some way from the inhumanity of powerless poverty. Yet, I also find something surging in me as I learn to see differently. I sense the immensity of a superseding reality of a good Daddy God who actually is eager to intervene in the misery which I see. Eager to see through my eyes. He is intensely passionate about expressing Himself through my hands, through my words.

It is one thing to imagine some deity actually interested in my small interactions – it is another thing to sense power flow, to see change occur, to observe real physical miracles occur. I can sense when it happens! It isn’t about my capacity. It isn’t about the way I set my mouth or frame my words. It is tied in some yet unknown way, to my internal connection to that other world and the reality that I actually can see out of His reality into mine. When that occurs, I sense the shift in perception. I sense a shift in my internal balancing of these immense realities. I shift from hoping , to one of knowing. A certainty that flows from out side of myself and breathes anticipation and vitality!

I’m on a journey, as we all are, to understand the nature of our world. A journey to comprehend the realities of both spirit and natural. It is a journey of growth, of development. It is a journey inherently dependent on humility, on compassion, on transparency and vulnerability. All of these things do not come easily to me!

Somehow, something is morphing within my being. I am more comfortable with mystery. I am more accepting of the reality that I can’t control very much and I am prone to mistakes. I am easily confused and distracted! And yet, I am pulled in with ever increasing excitement as I taste something that is truly breath taking. Something freeing and extravagant. Something so good, I laugh every time I am brushed by His essence.

So gradually, I am learning to rest – to dwell – in quiet acceptance of the beauty of being drawn close to a mighty heart that breathes love, gentleness, compassion, goodness, laughter and creativity. A heart that is ever so eager to freely act to lighten people’s loads, with no prior requirements of any kind! A heart that is truly delightful in all its effervescence. A being that is powerful beyond comprehension, yet sits quietly as I adjust myself to the beauty of being found in Him.

Life is good. Life is rich. Life is so freeing! So I live in hope and yearn for more of the fire of His reality!!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Finding your Beloved

Spirituality is really a journey towards finding your Beloved!!

Love can’t be bought!

This is a self evident truth for most of us. Yet, so often we try and figure out the price for someone’s love.

Need satisfaction can be bought.

It in fact will often go to the highest bidder.

However, love does not respond to being purchased. When love is exchanged for transaction, something in my heart  in fact rebels and rises with hate towards the offer. It is fundamentally wrong – it breaks the beauty of this treasure called love.

If I can’t push someone into love, nor scare them into love, then if I genuinely want to help a friend find the joy of spirituality fulfilled, I must be a friend long enough and know them well enough, to myself love them too! I can then join them in the intriguing journey of meeting the one their hidden desires long for, the one who appears in their dreams, the one who whispers their name in the night, the one who captivates their imagination and accelerates all their senses, the one who invites them into a unique adventure – the fulfillment of life.

This is the mystery of love! This is the crazy journey of walking together down a path of exploring our inter-connected spirituality.

Spirituality sparkles when love is at the core!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Stepping through

The Spirit of God has a longing desire to release the wonder of revelational encounters to any seeking heart. But this wonder can not be released to an inflexible heart! It would only be damaged – ripped open – rather than stretched and transformed by the wonder.

It is easy to yearn for a change in circumstances, and yet, not realize that to receive the wonder of this change, I require a structure that will “stretch”. If my security is anchored in the familiar, rather than in the reality of a dynamic relationship with my Daddy God, I will only be torn free and cast into a scary, rootless oblivion!

Mercy withholds revelation from a boxed in, constrained and dogmatic mind.

The softness of love, the vibrancy and flexibility of flame, is open to any who are willing to “change state” ( the concept of going from a liquid to a gas). So I am invited to move from the natural box I have learned and step into the awe that flows in the wind of the Spirit.

To feel the heat of worship and adoration and not leave the structure of our wooden form leaves us impossibly on edge and at risk. I choose to give wing to a change of state.  I join myself to the Spirit of God – a dynamic with which I am in general not essentially familiar with as a human being bound in my culture. I then suddenly leap upwards in a  dance of flame that is full of heat and passion. What opens to me is a world far different from the hard structure of my material world.

I stretch beyond my knowing. I see with eyes that acknowledge the impossibility of what I see, even as I experience majesty beyond my comprehension. I sense my being imprinted by shaping and crafting that are tender yet impossibly life changing. I know I am marked forever by  an infinite grace and that has opened to me existence in a vibrancy I have never imagined. I settle into a peace even as I shake at the weak incapacity of my frames of reality being bent and transformed. And I know – I am known  – loved and endued with possibility I could not have foreseen even a second ago. Timeless and yet present. Explosively at peace. Joyous with an exuberance found only in intimacy, yet forever invited to love expansively.

I am drawn into revelation and I not only experience wonder – I know Him!!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Dialogue

I don’t have to be active and busy today, I’m called to rest in your peace. The world is in turmoil but never defined by the mess that taints people’s minds.

I know that the troubles I’ve seen in this place, bring sorrow untold to your gaze. I know your heart feels every thrust and sits beside me in dust.

I have no regard for form or disgrace. I have no desire for place. I’m not made to sit in a palace of gold, I’ve chosen to be with those sold.

As the world reels along, I can’t find a way, to comprehend pain and despair. I see it in faces, I hear it in wails, it breaks all the norms and assails!

I cannot be silent, I can not be still, I step with a need to unfold, the wonder of being safe in your arms while tumult still buffets my soul.

My heart knows no stranger, your heart longs for home. I seek only still to be found. I long for the joy of a moment sublime, when you see me clearly first time.

The sound grows louder, the groans seem so long, the rumbling grind of the ground. The hopeless are pushed down, the hurting slash around and still there is more to be found.

My heart doesn’t weep well, my eyes can be dry. I find I’ve buried you deep. It’s only in silence, it’s only when still, that echoes come rising to spill.

I wish and I long for the freedom to be, just sitting across from your need. I want to be comfort, I want to be grace, if only to see in your face.

I need fresh encounters, I want to have more, of your intense fragrance that clings. This transforms my haste and suddenly flings reality in to it’s place.

So you who are holy, and you who is might, I desperately need you to fight. I want to push further and into your sight, to let you be all of me  this night.

I am the Spirit of Life from above. I am the Spirit of peace. I lift hearts up before the throne of His grace, to gaze in His infinite face.

I am , there is no other.

I will, and no one stops.

I act and yet am silent.

I love and yes, you can.

Author  – Bill Tidsbury

Inherited Identity

When life flows out of grace, there is tremendous freedom that comes with it. The essence of grace is Your Life freely given – pouring and cascading through our lives. It isn’t that I have to “do” anything, it is just the nature of your Life within me.  You flow freely through who I am. To not experience the wonder of your extravagant flow requires me to withdraw and barricade myself within my walled isolation so that the wonder of my internal resurrection does not come crashing in on me! If I but open my eyes – if I but risk a peek – what I find shimmering within is treasure. It is immeasurable! Treasure to be discovered – so different from my accepted internal negative dialogue. In fact, it is uncomfortable enough for me to be quite certain that it cannot be a part of me!

And yet,

It haunts me, once I’ve peeked, because its essence resonates within my being. I know I have been created for more. The wonder of your grace roars out over my destiny and calling.

To relax into a larger inherited identity is glorious because it arouses Life, vitality, expectancy, power, possibilities and curiosity! It is full of shift, full of intense knowing. It trembles with an anticipation that roars and a victory that overcomes and shatters fortified gates. It is beautiful and generous, open and kind and so perfect for me.

It is the answer to my longing, the joy of my song and it’s flow sets my heart dancing and my feet leaping. It crushes the enemy and his darkness beneath my feet!

Freedom and grace live together. Running and hearing are twins. Laughter and the King are synonymous!

The Kingdom is ever increasing. I either ride the wave as it grows or I get off and hide – yearning for a vitality I want to box and watch safely! Life is only alive when it is wild. Grace is free, grace is extravagant. Grace is wild. Don’t live with glory chained – soar on the wind, ride on the heights, leap into Life!

Author – Bill Tidsbury