A sense of flow

The sense of flow in the Spirit of God is something quite extraordinary!

We sometimes have hopes that something will occur and we wait with delight to see if it does. However, when I am in the middle of what the Spirit of God is doing, things shift. There is a certainty of what will happen! There is a shaping of words and actions that were not in my mind moments before. I move, yet the dance is with someone who is magnificent and who leads with purposeful love. I know with bated breath that something will happen – something miraculous! Not at my behest, but out of the heart of a Daddy God who delights to bring fresh surprises as a taste of His amazing commitment to each one of us.

So the joy of the dance in the Spirit is full of surprises! It isn’t about me. It is about shifting circumstances in people’s hearts and bodies. It is all about a magnificent  being who expresses a deep desire for relationship with gentle demonstrations of His capacity to support and call out dreams and hopes. He heals brokenness in hearts, he sets people free of old bitterness and trauma in a moment of encounter. All impossible but oh so amazing to see and experience! Welcome to living as a son or daughter in a realm of Love! It is just a fun way to live!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Kids and bullfrogs

Massive bullfrog sitting in the shade,

minding his own as the heat holds sway,

Along comes a boy and wouldn’t you know,

the frog’s lost his chance to doze today.

 

The bullfrog’s big, the child you can see,

wants to know how long his legs may be.

He soon finds a stick and with just one tap

this boring day’s music turned into a rap.

 

The bull frog’s wise, the boy has a will,

the frog flips a flop as he dives down the hill.

He splashes with aplomb in a nice green scum

hoping he can hide or just play dumb.

 

The little boy’s quick, he’s learning with glee

that one push from a stick makes big things flee.

He probes and he pokes and carefully explores,

till the water erupts with a beast that soars!

 

The bullfrog decides, he no longer can play,

so he heads to the hills to hide under some clay.

He scrambles and jumps until quickly he finds

a quiet cave to protect his behind.

 

The moral you see, is plain I may say,

one flips a day by appreciating delay.

To open our eyes and curiously engage,

to laugh and romp in my day’s shifted page!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

It is time!

Wisdom has taken her stand. She calls out – it is time!

The gentle whisperer calls – I feel it! I’m yearning -I know – I’m invited, in quiet instalments to become and step into more. I begin to move, breaking with status quo, opening windows to explore, needing to find answers, that hold out hope for Life. So I find I’m moving in newness, moving in currents. I’m shifting the blinders that have helped me hold pain at bay. The current is broadest  and deepest in places that most seem unsettled and losing their way. It is not time to cling onto, it is not time to snooze. It is the adventure of change that invites. It asks each to step out, to go without knowing, just sensing that something is opening doors.

The doors are unlocked. Things impossible are found. Movement is not defined by what has happened before! The risk is the greatest when the call is the deepest because radical has never looked this way before. Conventions will struggle. The wise will abhor the ventures that breakthrough unexpected borders. Creativity is living, outside of the boxes. It is growing in empty lots that have been neglected and spurned.

The power of living must be believed to bear fruit. It isn’t the knowing who are able to see. It isn’t about numbers, it isn’t about process! It is about giving You room to be free. This isn’t about leaders. This is not about force. This is all about people who have encountered the shock of no floor. To step out into nothing, to walk in the air, to experience unnatural and laugh and just be. The timing is crucial, it is never tomorrow, it is about “now” as you step out to soar.

The running are breathing! The flying are resting! The curious, a spring that just pours!

The call is incessant, for those who can hear. It never repeats and always is near. It’s always in motion, so follow as you will, to find the next possible, an outlet that fills. Hunger is drinking. Thirst is for seeing. Yet those who are settled in purpose – flash by in their rush!

So move with the wind. Quiet and still.  Look into eyes and find those that hold life. Dance to the music. Laugh with your being. Delight in each breath that sparkles your toes. It may not make sense. They may call you a child. Yet Living is worth breaking your dungeons set in stone.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

My Street

My street is interesting, in fact rather unique! It looks to the eye like it needs a large tweek. It seems to portend an invite to cars, however they find it shakes up their parts . One thing that surprises whenever it rains, it surges like rivers and crossings are strained. This partly exists as it runs with some force,  filling the lane as its new water course. Oh my , how surprising to go out for a stroll, when water is running and soaking your soles. The rocks they have placed are easy to trip on, but they sure help frame my river’s foundation. I wander along this fair street almost daily. I do have to mind so I stumble most rarely. I’m happy to say it was recently graded, before it was  muddy with canyons  created! So humbly I check, each time I step out, to see if I’ll make it or just wait and pout!

Author – Bill Tidsbury