ALLOS PARAKLETOS

 Tʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ I ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ Yᴏᴜʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ. Yᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴡs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. Iɴᴅɪɢɴᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴡᴇsᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. Rᴇᴅᴇᴇᴍ ᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇʙᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇsᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴏsᴛ.  Wᴇ Mᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏᴀᴛʜ ᴀs Hᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ. Wʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴏ. Yᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ I ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ. Tɪᴍᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ Yᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀɴ, ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛʟʏ Yᴏᴜ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Fᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏs, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ Yᴏᴜ. I ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ; I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ Yᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʏ. As ᴀ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪꜰᴇ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ Yᴏᴜ. Fᴏʀ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ Yᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Yᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.

 Let me ask you a question? What could make your joy like a river overflowing? Jesus spoke in John chapter 16 that when you experienced that river overflowing joy, it will remove every pain that you have to suffer from the past, even in the present. When it comes as He promised, it will be more wonderful than even very grief that you have suffered will turn into joy when your time comes. It will be worth it for the sacrifices that suffered for a little while. When it comes, it will be a missing puzzle piece that why you need to go through that particular circumstances. In that time comes, He will not speak parable but will tell about His Father's plan. Your joy will never fade away from your heart and will not be taken away from you. As the seen is the reflection of the unseen which is eternal, so is your joy that needs to take place. So let me ask you again, did you already receive your river overflowing joy?

  S he wears white, jewels more precious than silver and stones. Dark long hair, lips like cherry, and eyes were ocean illuminated  with light. She sits under the shades of the fig tree Singing as an invitation to anyone who passes by. Anyone who seeks her finds life, Simpleton sits at her feet walks away wise. But anyone who despises her for pride, finds themselves bitter in life. The fear of the Lord comes first, then she follows like a good wife. Wisdom is her name if you seek her as a lover, you will be powerful than ten rulers in a city.

D on't make yourself comfortable where you are now that you will no longer want to move forward. We are just passing by. Highs and lows and seasons that will come and go all are just meant to pass by. We have a different route but heading to one destination alone. You are meant to change, not to die along the way.  Your life was meant to multiply and leave the seed for the next generation to sow.  You were meant to learn not a failure that everyone will avoid. You were meant for eternal joy, not for temporary pleasure. You are not one of the crowd but a change that leads others to the light.

                              I t was the most beautiful time of the year, all those were away with their land, the land of HAVILAH will return with gladness. Everyone will wear white as a sign of an heir. There will be dancing, singing, and tears of joy for every son and daughter will appear to the Lord to offer the first harvest of their crops. The beating of drums, colorful flags waving as festive of upcoming victory and abundance. They are waiting, on the door, they are waiting with their smile full of promises. Another year of abundance for God will be faithful to His people.

                 Y our hands were dancing when you made my home Your spirit sings with you when you named every creation. your eyes saw that dust and breath into living creation you loved that dust more than your son. Even angels bowed down and praise you in your thrown  Still, You choose to leave and save the dust to be with your home.