A dreamers daydreams: Her Boaz's Proposal

As I was considering this photo and the beauty it contains I suddenly had an image pop into my head of a beautiful marriage proposal..... Within a room full of pink flowers, beautiful and fragrant, a small box sits exposed on an old wooden floor. She walks slowly amongst the containers of flowers and even slower leans down to pick up the tiny parcel. As her eyes fill with tears, her shaky fingers push at the ribbon which falls away with ease. Holding her breath she opens the box to find its sparkling treasure. At that perfectly orchestrated moment, a voice from outside the dream speaks clearly and she knows its familiar tone. Smiling, biting her lip, and feeling every beat of her heart, she turns to see him walking over to her. Simply taking her hand in his, he looks down into her face and says, "Be mine for all the rest of our tomorrow."

Not sure why I'm feeling so sentimental this afternoon.... just am!

Knowing the Holy Spirit

I've decided to write here rather than my blog...about my new study of the Holy Spirit (A.W. Tozier).  I would cherish you comments.  
I do understand the Trinity and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit but something new has emerged and I must change how I think of this personage.  I understand that the Holy Spirit is the LORD and that He has all the attributes therein but today my understanding is deeper still, though it may not be heard clearly in my words.  I see Him without substance but He is an individual, with the ability to love, who has intelligence, desires, and feelings; can see, hear and speak; who has knowledge, sympathy, and  can rejoice but can also be grieved deeply.
I have been questioning why some days I can hear Him clearly and many other days there is only silence and I questioned myself today, "Have I hushed my dear friend, my companion into a hurt silence, because I have wounded 'His heart'?"  Yes, I think it is so.... my doubts, my unbelief, my lack of acknowledging His presence would be enough to silence Him.  I think He is a gentleman too; He will not go where He is not asked.
The Holy Spirit is all knowing.... He knows what I am thinking, there is no fooling Him.  He is ever present in my life.  Yet, I cry out to Jesus who has gone to heaven and ignore the Godhead who lives within me.  The one who bares witness to the truth.  He is exactly like Jesus.... spirit of Jesus, Just as Jesus is exactly like the Father.
I remember reading a book by A.W. Tozier many years ago and he said, we should know the Holy Spirit as well as we know our own hand.  I never forgot it but I did not allow it to change me.
I find I have been grieving my dear friend .... it is similar to how I would be grieved for a beloved friend who neglected me, doubted me, turned their back on me.... but He so much more than a friend, He is my LORD and I sin against Him and refuse to obey Him.
HE grieves because of His great love for me!

Today a new journey has begun... as I understand His presence, His character.  Jesus's character while walking the Earth was demonstrating the Spirit!  How extraordinarily simple it is really.  He is most friendly, most tender, most kind, most loving; He has the most beautiful character, and that character is one and the same with the Father.

As the days draw nearer to the LORDs return, our dependence upon the Holy Spirit must increase. (John 16:1-15) My prayer is that His presence will make my soul strong and that I will not fear the wrath of man.  I pray that courage would grow within me as the Holy Spirit demonstrates our Jesus to the world through us. The Holy Spirit will convict the world concerning sin and righteousness and judgment will follow.  The world will be convicted by its treatment of Christ-followers, as the Holy Spirit uses us to bear witness of JESUS.

Flashes of light in my memory

When pain and sorrow becomes overflowing joy:

I am being taught to hear the "still small voice" of the HOLY SPIRIT in this new season of my life. I have always known it I think. When I was a little girl I would hear it telling me to take that big black book from the shelf. It was a dusty old Bible with a yiddish section in the back. No one ever read this book, no one took it from the shelf, but there I was reading the book of GENESIS secretly behind the couch, in the corner of the living room. There have been times when the HOLY SPIRIT has been more like the sound of a lightning bolt with its brilliant flash of light and loud crack of thunder, awakening me from a sound sleep. Suddenly I am fully alert with every fiber of my being ready to respond, and there is absolutely no question who is speaking.

I was awaken this morning repeating these words, "Snippets of colour flashing through my mind."

Snippets of colour flashing through my mind,
between my memories.
Flashes of light seen clearly throughout the windows of my past.
They were sifting through the pain and tears, the joy and laughter.
Holy ground.
My life has been HOLY ground.
It has been GOD walking with me.