Love that roars

Love,

exclusive, consuming,

this fire that envelopes.

Feeling,

a stirring, a roaring

that breathes fierce.

Joyful,

in singing,

a song that’s not just whispered,

I’m alive in spirit – my colours all have bloomed.

Eyes,

that pierce me, cradle me,

opening dreams within.

Tears,

that bathe me, soothing

wounds that tear this bleeding heart.

Quieted,

in sweetness,

so safe to be made new;

eternity’s sweet grace has overwritten strife!

Resting!

Vital! You make me bright.

I shiver, so delighted by your touch.

Wonder,

I’m breathless,

I stretch beyond capacity.

Sparkling!

I’m drunk,

my life’s been wired for  living;

identity’s engraved with electricity!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Fragrance of Heaven

Caress!

Glimpsing life

caught by forever.

Infinity’s shore breaking now!

Mysteriously stretching beyond time’s horizon

establishing the dignity of surrender’s glory.

Free at last to breathe glorious fire.

Identity hidden within Love’s scandalous grace-

promising Heaven’s grasp of Earth!

Flowing beyond life’s compromise.

Fragrance of Heaven

touching hearts.

Breathing!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Love is gentle and kind

Christmas is a time of year when culturally we seek to create and return to lost places of warmth and connectivity. We yearn for the wonder of laughter and true heart connections. We long for a daddy’s warm embrace and his delightful cry of approval: we twinkle with a mom’s heartfelt hug and kiss, eyes that say you are still the best thing that came into her life since sliced bread; we anticipate siblings who run together to embrace and reflect on secrets shared and adventures taken.

We come together to remind ourselves that relationships matter –  to celebrate that love still exists and that I have a place and identity in family. To often, the pace of our culture and the conflicted expectations of our desperations, move me out of creativity and joy and into conflict and triggers. Soon, instead of delighting and laughing, I am tearing down and shredding. The conversation veers to – “Oh yeah,well I remember when…” Hurt and negativity so easily takes centre stage again. Leaving laughter to weep in the corner.

Violence captures attention because it so easily shoves itself into centre stage. Negativity and criticism also delights to stand out and somehow spray cold water all over any warm celebration. Every young child knows that it is far easier to use our creative urge to tear something down rather than to build. Ingenuity and artistic creation flow only when we begin to develop a little bit of maturity and control over the larger forces that course through our lives.

It is intriguing to watch a child in the throes of laying hold of creative expression! The light goes on and suddenly pieces start to be joined rather than torn apart. Invariably though, there comes a moment when the delicacy of creation exceeds the muscular control of the young body and something that was beginning to form collapses. The dismay is written large and then the reaction can easily be regression and aggression. A simple exercise in tearing the whole thing apart – life is just too difficult!

Love comes gently. Love rests on grace. Family needs our collective support to say we will hold our peace when an enemy comes in to steal the treasure of love that we all hoped for. We do need each other. We do need to share the kiss of kindness – especially with those closest to us.

May your day be full of peace. May your heart overflow with joy. May the wonder of the season set your feet dancing and may you know the quiet security of the treasure of who you are.

I am created with purpose! I have destiny written all over my life. My possibilities don’t hinge on other’s words, they flow out of my unique design. I am a gift to the world. I am a blessing to my family. I have personality that has a sparkle and flare that no one else can replicate. I have so much more to discover. If this is true of me, then it is true of every other member of my family or community. This is a day to celebrate wonder! Let us celebrate each other and the One who made us each a spectacular facet of His image!

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

Grace finds a way

Grace flows!

Grace is a soothing, healing reality that flows through nooks and crannies in our lives.

Grace finds a way!

Grace’s entry comes at the most unusual times. It’s appearance is unmistakeable. It softens hearts and opens heaven’s healing encounters. It releases unspoken songs. It gives birth to long buried longings and dreams. It is the tangible expression of my Daddy God’s love. When I  experience grace you become incarnate in my personal experience. Once again you meet me. You caress. You invite. You celebrate.

Grace creates space where you, Spirit of God, can move and whisper my name. Grace imparts possibility and releases the colours of life. It is the entry to the wedding feast! It is festal and rejoices with the wine of the Spirit.

Grace confers the power of identity. It takes the resources  of your treasury and translates them into currency that can be transacted in this broken world. Grace meets blessing at the foot of your cross Jesus, where dirt and blood where mingled irrevocably. Earthen fragility wedded to divinity in the sufferings of the lover of my soul. You gave all for me! Words so lack the capacity to contain your extravagance.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Seraphim’s song

Guardian

planted firmly.

Boundary to oppression.

Light rejoicing in Life.

Arrows flying, ending tyranny’s reign.

Hope flows quietly, washing broken pain.

Noisy words never soothe; Love’s embrace invites.

Settled quietness heals, piercing grief.

Revelation opens heaven’s intimate kiss.

Identities reaction galvanizing surprise!

SHOUT IT OUT !!

Seraphim’s song

Ascending.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Wounds that bleed

Watching fathers clash with daughters.

The road is so rough and hard.

Words leap out to wound

hearts laid bare by ignorance’s brutal knife.

A daughter, she is only fifteen. She is bright yet struggles with her schooling. She, compared to a younger brother, he seemingly gifted and loved. I see – he is favoured, she outside, feeling longing. So the longing for love finds an answer in a friend, a little wilder than her father is willing to embrace. Failure at school and technology bring reactions. Accusations fly, labels stick, and love gets trampled in the fray. Triggers pulled continuously, barbed arrows landing accurately until only rawness separates two souls that really only long for love from the other. Tragedy is in the wings.

Another daughter older, grieving the pain of death.  A deeply empathic soul grinding through the tortuous journey of life in a broken world. Depression’s horizon seems to daily accost. The horror of solitude is now accentuated by the stifling actions of a father. His heart truly longs to embrace yet reaches out to fix and then control that which he can not understand. Actions, bring words that wound. Eyes become haunted believing lies. Journey’s spasm opening steps into ever more dangerous territory. Suddenly, almost irrevocably, decisions occur. Running away is the cry of a wounded heart. Sorrow in a panicked father only releases controlling actions that create even more distance and bitterness. Isolation reigns and trauma multiplies.

Watching, yet Hope breathes life.

Crying as the bleeding runs red.

Listening, if only to understand.

Sitting, as grief speaks loss.

Mystery, it is so hard to see oneself.

Change, so hard to comprehend.

Offering, to stand beside.

Knowing that wounds can heal.

Waiting for heart’s to ask.

Praying to break oppression’s vice.

Knowing each journey is not done.

Resting, I can only do my part.

Believing that light is stronger.

Knowing that love finds a way.

Loving, because love’s my life.

Being, the reality is mine to share.

Identity , comes with Father’s eyes.

Hope stays true to Love.

Love believes all and never fails.

Love takes action and begins to bleed.

Blood given freely, brings healing.

Healing opens doors to Love.

So I watch and Hope and Love.

Author – Bill Tidsbury