chabod
Apr 7th 2009, 12:45 AM
This word emphasises the work and wonder of God, and the work and wonder that is you.
It is also designed and constructed, put together by Him, to demolish the many thoughts and arguments, lies and deception - that the enemy constructs regarding Gods saints, and their place and feeling of themselves with Him, themselves and the world. Even the many unsaved of the world themselves.
The enemy of our souls seeks to discourage and even torture us if allowed, with thoughts about ourselves that are not how our loving God and Father views us with.
May they, dislodge in Jesus name, the myriad and scaffolding of thoughts constructed, designed and erected to cause fear and loathing.
.
Many of us come from a past where we have been, The Dark Materials of the enemy ... but no longer - for we are saved and washed, sanctified and secured in the blood , the body and the Person of the Lamb, the Great Lamb of God and not the great goat of hell - for we are now - and always will be His Masters Materials.
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His Masters Materials
Dave Hood - England
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I was shown, an artist’s hand applying with a brush, a dash of yellow oil paint onto a scene on a canvas.
We are a brush stroke on His canvas. His hand, arm and eye determine our texture, shape, hue and placing within the form of His painting, his masterpiece.
We may feel as if we are a slip of the hand, a smudge, an error of thought or composition, but we are not.
We are carefully and purposefully crafted and drafted in to the scenes and scheme of his things. We may feel he has started a work like an artist starts a picture, and has grown tired and weary and lost inspiration, so much so he can’t complete the drawing, can’t finish what he has started.
.
No, that is our flesh speaking, our human mind, the cares and tares of the world as they swirl liked mixed paints to grab centre stage in the mind of this masterpiece. You are His inspiration, your creation and immersion into His scene is deep, hidden yet explosive, gentle, general yet detailed, bold, restrained yet imaginative, silent yet speaking.
.
Like all artists, he has planned and mapped out what he is making, he has determined the size, shape boundaries, content and perspective of the work… and all BEFORE he began. We are a work in progress, but on the other hand COMPLETE, we are a work that out of love obedience and the power of his word and work, has completed it, has finished us, has, and determined our place shape and size of our contribution to the detail and vista of the art of his heart.
.
Before the work began he also saw our future chaos, void and formlessness, a miasma of mistakes, unassailable mountains and unreachable depths and horizons, too far and beyond our scope to imagine, contain or conquer or retrieve place… but over our deep he set his Spirit, sent his word, gave us his light to bring order and purpose and design into our formlessness … we have been made for him and not the other way round, to express His love IN us, His mind and heart FOR us, we are created for his hand to give substance despite our chaos, mindlessness or loss.
.
As all artists do, they work, face to face with the canvas and the materials and almost at times, have ones nose touching the scenes that are created here. He lives for the colour that is you, the joy of the scent of your pungency and he breathes in the aroma of you His oils, chalks, crayons and clays, His base material, which he has formed in the earth and brought you forth…the dusts, the clays, the extracts of His living creation and brought for you and given into you purpose from the very ground you come from. Adam means of the red earth.
But like all, they also step back to see the whole, the more, the completeness and vision of what it is they have planned, working from carefully prepared outlines, laid in place before the foundation of the world … before the very chalk, oil, lead or crayon has been created to bring form or meaning or expression
…you are already IN HIS HAND, and ready and prepared to express you with HIS HAND not yours …into and onto the canvas of the very ground you came from. He chose you before the foundation of the world, created and formed you not out of a fallen world but of a perfect creators heart … who expresses it into the mind, soul, body and spirit … like oils squeezed out of a tube … to be placed alongside other Living Colours and Materials and blended, and mixed … though each own presence enabling a new creation of his hand eye and mind to emerge.
The background giving meaning to the foreground, the foreground giving place on its background.
You are not as the author wrote “His Dark Materials” but His work and design of love, bathed and clothed and formed in Light aeons and ages before and he has brought you forth into the very map and framed ground of choice … into His place and Time for you … again … you are in His Hand, surrender to what u r and to where and when you are.
Feel and sense his hand around you, his fingers, holding you, his heart working for that which he has in His Spirit to create and in this sense the flow of His pulse as it flushes with life just beneath its skin, feel the very whorls of his fingers prints as he touches you his crayon or lead, His material, with the ridges of his finger tips, their heights and depths, as you allow yourself to be rolled around and moved with the flow of his eye and hand…
as you sense that light sweat, the dew, the slight oil, the adhesive of his love emerging THROUGH the flesh of his own fingers as he works. The natural oil of Himself secreted there on the very tips of his fingers to mix, meld, and to stick and to hold with us there.
Know in this moment you are held and loved and beheld with and in His eye … not just a momentary stare or glare but the eternal vision and moment that you ARE, held within FOREVER as the apple in his eye.
Here in his hand, he knows your weight, your strength,, your hardness or softness, your brittleness or strength …he knows what pressure to create in order to achieve the exact dept and breadth of any line, without breaking the crayon or making its impression invisible, even through the lightest of strokes…even unto a clear and lasting eternal impression….
for remember, He FIRST CREATED you, not you him, but in His hand, he can allow everything of what you were to be created for to come forth. A bold broad line here, a fine hair type line there … even unto a daub of yellow here … and all outside your ability to express it perfectly, but not outside his hand to perform it … through you, for him and for YOUR and HIS JOY and GLORY as you discover the transfer of his heart unwrapped in detail before your very eyes.
It is also designed and constructed, put together by Him, to demolish the many thoughts and arguments, lies and deception - that the enemy constructs regarding Gods saints, and their place and feeling of themselves with Him, themselves and the world. Even the many unsaved of the world themselves.
The enemy of our souls seeks to discourage and even torture us if allowed, with thoughts about ourselves that are not how our loving God and Father views us with.
May they, dislodge in Jesus name, the myriad and scaffolding of thoughts constructed, designed and erected to cause fear and loathing.
.
Many of us come from a past where we have been, The Dark Materials of the enemy ... but no longer - for we are saved and washed, sanctified and secured in the blood , the body and the Person of the Lamb, the Great Lamb of God and not the great goat of hell - for we are now - and always will be His Masters Materials.
.
His Masters Materials
Dave Hood - England
.
I was shown, an artist’s hand applying with a brush, a dash of yellow oil paint onto a scene on a canvas.
We are a brush stroke on His canvas. His hand, arm and eye determine our texture, shape, hue and placing within the form of His painting, his masterpiece.
We may feel as if we are a slip of the hand, a smudge, an error of thought or composition, but we are not.
We are carefully and purposefully crafted and drafted in to the scenes and scheme of his things. We may feel he has started a work like an artist starts a picture, and has grown tired and weary and lost inspiration, so much so he can’t complete the drawing, can’t finish what he has started.
.
No, that is our flesh speaking, our human mind, the cares and tares of the world as they swirl liked mixed paints to grab centre stage in the mind of this masterpiece. You are His inspiration, your creation and immersion into His scene is deep, hidden yet explosive, gentle, general yet detailed, bold, restrained yet imaginative, silent yet speaking.
.
Like all artists, he has planned and mapped out what he is making, he has determined the size, shape boundaries, content and perspective of the work… and all BEFORE he began. We are a work in progress, but on the other hand COMPLETE, we are a work that out of love obedience and the power of his word and work, has completed it, has finished us, has, and determined our place shape and size of our contribution to the detail and vista of the art of his heart.
.
Before the work began he also saw our future chaos, void and formlessness, a miasma of mistakes, unassailable mountains and unreachable depths and horizons, too far and beyond our scope to imagine, contain or conquer or retrieve place… but over our deep he set his Spirit, sent his word, gave us his light to bring order and purpose and design into our formlessness … we have been made for him and not the other way round, to express His love IN us, His mind and heart FOR us, we are created for his hand to give substance despite our chaos, mindlessness or loss.
.
As all artists do, they work, face to face with the canvas and the materials and almost at times, have ones nose touching the scenes that are created here. He lives for the colour that is you, the joy of the scent of your pungency and he breathes in the aroma of you His oils, chalks, crayons and clays, His base material, which he has formed in the earth and brought you forth…the dusts, the clays, the extracts of His living creation and brought for you and given into you purpose from the very ground you come from. Adam means of the red earth.
But like all, they also step back to see the whole, the more, the completeness and vision of what it is they have planned, working from carefully prepared outlines, laid in place before the foundation of the world … before the very chalk, oil, lead or crayon has been created to bring form or meaning or expression
…you are already IN HIS HAND, and ready and prepared to express you with HIS HAND not yours …into and onto the canvas of the very ground you came from. He chose you before the foundation of the world, created and formed you not out of a fallen world but of a perfect creators heart … who expresses it into the mind, soul, body and spirit … like oils squeezed out of a tube … to be placed alongside other Living Colours and Materials and blended, and mixed … though each own presence enabling a new creation of his hand eye and mind to emerge.
The background giving meaning to the foreground, the foreground giving place on its background.
You are not as the author wrote “His Dark Materials” but His work and design of love, bathed and clothed and formed in Light aeons and ages before and he has brought you forth into the very map and framed ground of choice … into His place and Time for you … again … you are in His Hand, surrender to what u r and to where and when you are.
Feel and sense his hand around you, his fingers, holding you, his heart working for that which he has in His Spirit to create and in this sense the flow of His pulse as it flushes with life just beneath its skin, feel the very whorls of his fingers prints as he touches you his crayon or lead, His material, with the ridges of his finger tips, their heights and depths, as you allow yourself to be rolled around and moved with the flow of his eye and hand…
as you sense that light sweat, the dew, the slight oil, the adhesive of his love emerging THROUGH the flesh of his own fingers as he works. The natural oil of Himself secreted there on the very tips of his fingers to mix, meld, and to stick and to hold with us there.
Know in this moment you are held and loved and beheld with and in His eye … not just a momentary stare or glare but the eternal vision and moment that you ARE, held within FOREVER as the apple in his eye.
Here in his hand, he knows your weight, your strength,, your hardness or softness, your brittleness or strength …he knows what pressure to create in order to achieve the exact dept and breadth of any line, without breaking the crayon or making its impression invisible, even through the lightest of strokes…even unto a clear and lasting eternal impression….
for remember, He FIRST CREATED you, not you him, but in His hand, he can allow everything of what you were to be created for to come forth. A bold broad line here, a fine hair type line there … even unto a daub of yellow here … and all outside your ability to express it perfectly, but not outside his hand to perform it … through you, for him and for YOUR and HIS JOY and GLORY as you discover the transfer of his heart unwrapped in detail before your very eyes.