We obeyed. We listened. We praised. We took over that place. We bonded anger and rage.
And I walked into work and there was no strain there was so much peace and ease.
Like You were making a a new way and everything was pressed and held.
You had reframed, it was all like floodgates.
Like we were entering the throne room. Like we could rest could be at Your Right hand.
No one scoffed, no one tossed.
Nephtali. I remember when Nephtali was talking about the Lion and the lamb.
Then we made a blog together.
How do you feel free as a Lioness?
I was training something in me. Nothing else will do but to be on Your Pursue.
'Consecrate yourself today for Tomorrow the Lord will Do wonder amongst you.'
So what if this was not waiting it all?
But a time of dressing, and be be preparing.
To put on the new thing.
Wearing that outfit of promise
Though things drag.
Letting you do your thing Lord.
As you take us very close to it.
It's like being on the brink.
Like being on the Precipice.
But what if this wasn't a tease?
If this wasn't dangle or abandon.
Maybe this is just how you want us to hold on.
To keep letting You wash it off
So finding the awe of it,
Where knocked over things
in our life find rest.
Where we once had morsels
we are getting to find manna.
More and more heavenly rest.
And satisfaction with our portion.
To find honor
out of remote things.
To restore,
the places that stinged
Like overwriting all the stalls.
As if the pressure in life and discouragement
could be the very thing of beauty.
We seize together and we plunder.
We both go in.
We recover sight.
We make hell fright.
Trust. What if God is charging us?
We named and marked it. We called it misfits.
No more waiting empty nets but throwing our nets down.
And meeting Ramal and Mylin.
Like this awesome lucky thing.
What if there is a charge?
Together being stones like a fortress each a stud.
Now following a fragrance now becomes power.
And meeting these two feels anointed and ordained.
So much satisfaction.
Like entering your steady,
As wisdom equals increase.
As if now we cannot lack
And every attack makes us stronger.
What if this is
crossing the Jordan
with our stones?
The Ark of the Covenant
going before.
Both set on the Promise
What if Lord you have chosen us
to be Your underscore.
So Lord What are you Releasing us into?
Out of the shame and out of the numb,
It's only you that can roll away the stone.
When today I felt defeated. The same roll and customers snearing.
Tiny breaks and scattered
and biting customers bring me to the brink.
Insufficient.
All the rooting for me that I cannot do alone.
So many seasons of being on the brink,
How can I not sink?
How can I not get worn down?
Lit Up coming home from Downtown. Praying with the man fresh here from Jamaica.
Singing devotee songs with Christy
but Lord I am lit. This verse you gave me you honored me with. Nate in the car said Pick a random number up to 647. Then pick a small number. How God Whoa. I said 519. I said 9. And somehow so precious from the random number I picked up to 620 It was on this very page. It was this verse. Like you are giving me a sword. Like you are saying Yes Molly This is what I"m doing.
Rain in Abundance, O God, you shed abroad,
You restored your inheritance as it languished.
Your flock found a dwelling in it; in your goodness
O God you provided for the needy.
The Lord gives the word,
The women who announce the news are a great host.
Father of the Fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation.
God settles the solitary in a home, he leads out the prisoners to prosperity, but the rebellious dwell in a parched land
O God when you went out before your people
I feel like a General with this tiny Military bible. And how things are getting untamed. Like everything You said, everything you meant is real
Out of warfare comes a river.
Comes the One who's not so much set on mending
but returning us in overflow.
How much you skip all that.
You put me back like Your stud
You call me as a gem in the place you put me.
When you double-choose us
and I cannot lose.
When you choose us again right in our unlovely moment.
You're putting me right back in your honor. Right back as the one who can lead this with my joyful way like with a wand. With the Molly favor. So could this be and could I be making this new cut? It's coming right out of wonky. IT's coming right for my fort. And I will only let you in Lord. I will make this worthy land. This tabernacle.
With this misfits. With these peeps that don't blend in.
Because I don't want to be dragged around anymore. And I Really can't take hope deferred. You're saying Just go.
You're showing me this stealthy secret flow. I pray this river just gets real. I pray this way is mine and can't be stealed.
Because once upon a time things weren't responding. When I once looked and it was all these disappointments. But now you're disconnecting me from all that groping. All that defending on my own. Your bringing me my covering.
These guy that are swift and see me and are the real deal.
And a way for me to display. I way for me to have the privilege of healing. to lead those that have been mis-played.
And we are getting the heck out of here.
out of this fray this hijack.
We are reclaiming it like all those times that were insane was never meant for us. Never had our name.
Because All that drain was never our substance.
of waiting in small dugouts
and pretending to be on that team.
All these exchanges that kept us on a sidewalk
of some strange street
with no assignment.
A corner that couldn't keep our underscore
But now We are crossing the Jordan.
We are taking our stones.
We're the Messiah's misfits. You might be sure of yourselves, but we live in the midst of frailties and uncertainties. You might be well-thought-of by others, but we're mostly kicked around.
1 Cor 4:10
Me and Tito,
Finding a new call and power and Your draw.
These are the first downloads the Notes with annointing.
Assignment with Alignment.
For the least of these.
Misfits.
The misunderstood. The wild one.
The ones that think different.
The Foolish. The hungry.
The pushed away. Those left on sidelines.
The lonely. like Where the Wild things are.
The rejected
The ones that couldn't help but hang around me. The weird ones.
The underdogs. Overlooked
the vulnerable
With Undertow
How do you want my ministry to prosper Lord? Where do you want me to tuck in?
How do you want me to claim it? And what if I don't have to trade anymore. For the real thing I want and how I want to give to you.
Because I don't want to live faint.
And I don't want to get enchanted with some other thing again or pulled out.
And How do you want me to remain? I constantly feel on the brink of it.
Prophetic Declaration, with Rochelle
What if it's my turn to grab this?
And if I was appointed to point and open up the very thing.
I will call out your beauty.
I will put on your ring Lord.
How things come strange
It's curious how that picture still remains that Tito first caught.
When we were asking you Lord what is real and what to do,
He saw a rope, of two strands of a rope coming together strong. of coming together taught.
We feel like it's him and me. Like the Lord laying down a really a faint memory or song or some track that can be trusted,
Lord, I want to find your hum in this
your steady way you arrange.
You tell them Go find that donkey that Colt. And bring it to me. In that story in Luke, How you knew the whole thing and what was needed and when you rode in on the Colt it was so easy. People waving palm branches, overjoyed. You know the ready thing.
I am wanting to enter into Zion this time. To take my own Colt. To be put on, or put you on.
I just want to enter Lord.
Maybe Everything you have seemed to come against you was not to prevent you. Was never to put you back or keep you out.
What if this time is not for drain but to receive. To be remade. To let you let you again.
What if this is not a dead-end but a dock. To see your bigger strokes. To let in a new affection and desire. How else could we get ready to receive it?
Now I"m letting in your gaze.
because you don't wanna reassure us in any trite way. So You're not really after our mind. You're after our posture. You want our view to change.
Now I'm starting to see you I started to see how things are returning.
Some times it seems you to prefer to come in at the last. After we thought the Play was supposed to start or the next Act was supposed to give us that scene change. How when everything seems to fall apart and still You come in at the last, right when everything is frayed, walking in with our best and most perfect piece. There you are already wearing our studs. Not clever or going over it, but just wanting to give us things back that mattered. Wanting to trade us for the very things that could help us win.
So you're pulling us out of undertow. So I will not be capsized. What other way would you be release it?
Because you don't let us down.
How you love to be returned.
How you make your way, according to your rings.
My one who conquers.
MY one who will sing.
You say Revive. You put me down. A sickness all week. .
Redoing what was surrounding us what was trying to take us down. With a glory meal. With your lavish. a New Cafe where we recalled your promise.
You said Spring Lord. 2 or 3 times a woman said over me "Spring"
How do I Treat this edge how do I stay with possibility It's this tingle of victory.
We spoke the truth to the lord and feasted.
Im ready to build and new ways of triumph. With my most feat.
We are walking away from all the mounting things: of tangled sighs and signs that are confronting.
The Girl I charge With, Arm in arm
"I will give all these things as an inheritance to the remnant of the people. Just as you Judah and Israel, have been a curse among the nations, so I will save you, and you will be a blessing.
Do not be afraid, but let your hands be strong."
This is the day when I knew I had chosen well.
At church surrounded by my possy, the generals who have my back. Nefty was in the corner behind me and Kris was sitting next to me making her little sways and buzzing in some deep endearment with the giddy love of the Father. But even with this backing
But When Jake walked in with his new girl and late like always, and When I could hear his little boy make his little glee noises my heart just tossed like a vase. I remembered how it felt to be known by him and be by his side. And to feel like it was my time. An untamed love and my adoration for a man I thought was mighty and for me. So sitting there in the corner my heart with its wild bouquet fell and scattered.
But it was this day sitting in church that Ian was speaking and handed me a book like a prophetic adorning.Somehow his son chose me, picked me.
And the book was called Life Mastery.
And Ian in his extraordinary and musical way he spoke over me.
He spoke everything I would dream to hear, he spoke of the life that I have been yearning to raise like a shield, the place I've been contending and clenching for--
He said "Molly you will be known for your Life Mastery." And he spoke many things that I knew could be, and it was like God saying Yes, Yes girl. You're the One.
Like I've been heard. Like I've been laying something down that matters.
So we swelled in. And we had to keep worshipping and Jesse asked who felt they were being called out, He asked who is called in, to lead and to minister and to really step in. And again it was like I was being chosen.
And I raised my hand with so many of my beloveds. And we gathered together.
And I danced and swayed and said yes to your Big way and the gentle way you let me remain.
Pulled out of disappointment.
when I was reappointed.
When I am free to adore you.
And all I can do is pour on you
all my perfume.
You will bring all things together.
We will always remember what you’ve done.
Your Kindness Lord. It's how sweet you are. You beatiful and how sweet to let you do your pour.. It's so crazy how the more we give it away the more you give. And I just want to stay in this.
And all we could do was pour it out. And all you could do was feed us. I feel so placed right now.
And Audrey dressing us so beautifully. Her words went all over like honey.
And our words nursing resting pouring.
Radical Abiding.
Fresh Timing
Higher levels higher levels
higher dreams.
Divine Timing
Total passion burns through all
Makes fresh soil
Now I see why they call us your Bride.
With all of us swaying. each one feeling prized.
Whether a loner a gangster or someone uptight
No matter what had been lost or what had been disenfranchized
We were coming together
We were finding that life.
We were finding your hum of things. That amazing soliloquy.
Apart
here we disenfranchized.
We were all drinking. We were all brimming in it.
I am just in awe. I am in every way stunned and shining. Like my glowing is being reassigned. Like I am making fruit and it is with my beloveds. To cause a good thing a new way.
My dear friends who are so poignant. This mix of edge and rad and Holy Spirit.
When Tito was almost struck down. battling all these heavy things that are swirling around. Past graveyards and so many options that don't seem to belong. The weight of them, and each one could almost fill the room-his mind with smog. Going over each one a bad hand. And then I started to call out, and remember the goodness however small, the awesome way God has been giving him this current, And as I spoke each word brought a new gust of possibility. I started tracing the awe and honor and morsels of crazy Victory that God is doing over NefTy. and every word kept making more.
So the stitching the nterpreting starting to glow with new thread with new assembly.
Recalling and tracing.
This morning God brought me something so heavenly like Spring, like what He said. So now I cannot be discounted.
The seed will grow well, the vine will yield its fruit, the ground will produce its crops, and the heavens will drop their dew. I will give all these things as an inheritance to the remnant of the people. As you have been an object of cursing among the nations, O Judah and Israel, so will I save you, and you will be a blessing. Do not be afraid, but let your hands be strong. (Zach 8)
I marvel He says You will be a blessing.
He will give all these things as an inheritance.
Discouragement must Go.
So appears real path coming. A road. A jewel way A way of leaping.
To be truly encouraged. To be at peace.
Speaking words and almost banishing the edge of gloom last night with Nef-ty.
To call out and to name. To interpret and reclaim.
To redress the lonely places.
Refusing the knots into a battle ground of triumph.
Like Paul and Barnabas
To have a friend and man and Protector like Nefty. I am so crazy lucky.
He is like this new element
How wild and unlikely. He stepping in like a counterpart.
He says he is called To defend and protect me.
I've never had a man to do that. And in a real and honoring and raw and good way.
To both mend parts of our story that were messed up.
OR not something we could say this is Mine. This is totally Good.
And I get to be who I am.
I get to be a blessing.
He says You are my Sensei too. You are my sensei. Holy Yes. I don't need to look up I can run and battle with someone who is solid. Who carries righteousness and mantle honor.
taking your assignment when you rule
So now
Like Secret Agents we are taking a new assignment.
New tasks.
Its like I'm finally doing my thing.
I'm on to new deliveries.
I'm having true blessing
and readressing.
And unlocking keys.
I am renaming.
And catching your Wind Lord.
I'm finding true treasure
according to your great love.
No more terror
and no hope deferred.
And I will flee from the one
that likes to steal from me.
I will step out of the stale places
Because I don't care for being stalled.
Because my Mama didn't teach me to be complacent
but always finding way,
Always having hope,
and only coming out of shame.
I close down inconjunct equations
that would tame me.
Because I am a fighter;
I am a good one.
It's how the Lord prefers me.
He loves to let me
in on it,
His mischief and
His wonderful way
where all I can do is brim
in his Pleasure.
Where I get to be together.
And darling.
He loves to put me on display
and everything gets better.
I am home and tracing the marvel of you. still in disbelief for the ones that left these last months. but feeling your glance again. How near and dear you are.
Lord please take my wick.
working my day somewhat rugged somewhat lovely my purple workout dress and blazer. I love it wihen things feel tight Lord. Yesterday I worked myself up like a storm. Dialing in online. Doing everything I could. Ending with a weeping chest and my cold exacerbated. Michael and his needles filled my heart with glee. So good to be known. So good to have covering.
And Nephty again assigned me to write.
Tabernacle-ing at Chocolaté with just enough juice in the Mac and a bowl of soup.
I want to give up all the chaff. I've been doing so much chaff lord with online and rigs. Finding a spot to tape my first Facebook Live. Feeling rough and worn.
Thank God For Sunset and Michael my old Acupuncturist of almost 20 years. Him letting me be me and being so excited for all the Molly thing.s. I love how he asks questions. I love how he traces my thoughts.
Lord help me stay tender. Praying for my man I'll meet some day. Wanting it just to be lovely. To be strong To go all the way.
Grateful for spectacular and solid men in my life.
my sensei at work he calls me his sensei. For Michael my long time sage.
I am wanting more God.
The wind back in my sails. What a confluence. What a way to bring me back
Watch out the net that can come. Still the ache in my heart like a pit when he came in that room, in the back of the room with a girl. Like ripping a canopy. Even if it was faulty I had made a tent a royal tent of Love. I had spread my tent curtains wide. I had tried to hold a mast up but that mast never went anywhere it never caught the gust
Thank God For Kris and for Nephty my EMTs next to me and behind me.
You will not let me capsize. You are giving me back my sail.
And I got to raise my hand hands across the room We are like generals. We are saying yes to what God is calling us to.
It demolished my little capsizing day, my flurry. the way I feel bent and unable to lift off. I Learned it's not good to be alone.
Then our pour out. Then our adoration for Ian and Johnna and Jesse. So much affection so much awe and real returning love.
Every detailed palm. Feeling half out. with my ex roaming and his new girl in the back. Ian began to open up the good book and this abalone of world.
I was treading water today. I was dog battling with my work and all kinds of hacks but I was losing ground. I was sinking down. I was raving and not remaining.
But how you love to sweep in.
Because God I don't want to harm me. I don't want to be on my drift. I don't want to be in the wreck.
It's that reckless love that wants me. It's the manifold ways. It's how you want to.
I"m
The real juice.
Pick up my skirt and walk.
Leave the stuck guy and be
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