Diamonds are forever ....

The sounds that are jumping around your heart and head , waiting for an out , a hope ,an anchor , a precipice to hold on to ....it's not long till you find your spot , sometimes the middle isn't what you think sometimes it's left of centre ,the spot you were made for never looks like His or Hers ,it looks like YOURs, because it is,it was delicately made just for you by Him because He knows the inwards and the parts that make you , coz He made them ... So leave the other spots that don't fit your inward parts , they are made like the diamonds that are hidden deep in the muck of earth that don't yet look all sparkles and pretty , the inwards take time to see the light ,instead they stare at the muck and dirt . Under the the dirt is a diamond with all the facets of the pains ,of the journeys yet to take and already taken and walked out , the trails are a memory and some are memory's yet to be made ...I can't wait till it's all over, so I can see your diamond heart sparkle , and all the facets come together and your story will be a Beautiful mess of His love written all over for all of us to see.

                                     Restorative Justice...

Restorative justice; is an approach to justice that focuses on the needs of the victims and the offenders.Its an opportunity to discuss how they have been affected by the injustice and to decide what should be done to repair the harm.
Restorative justice is about the idea that because crime hurts, justice should heal.


I AM that I AM

In His Presence we are transformed from Glory to Glory..


The redemptive process takes us into His presence.
Unlocks your heart and keys are given by Your King who desires nothing more than your heart, my heart.
And a relationship a friendship.. a human being always will desire rightness, justice ,restoration.
Thinking.....How much does justice cost ?Restorative justice..
One of my favourite stories is the one about the woman at the well going about her day going to the  well to draw out water. She came across a very unlikely King ,Jesus,he told her that she need not thirst ever again ,he also told her he knew her... He knew her life the life she thought was hidden , her shame and pain , the five husbands she had and the man she was now residing with. Her response wasn't of a woman who felt judged but freed . Our secret pains can hold us and judge us but when we share them with our King ,restoration happens, friendship happens ,we become more hidden in Him than we are in our pains and secrets... it is always stunning and always breathtaking .

So how much does my justice cost and my redemption?Restorative justice runs rampant in my heart and mind not just for what I lost ,innocence , a mother a father ,a sister,friendships .But I have a deep knowing that what was lost is to be restored ,unfolding before me ,he is doing this for his children all  over the earth .
What I see in  the eyes and the hearts of broken hurting people who really don't care for my five points to get healing:( they just desperately want to know that He cares and holds the answer to all the injustices and when He is going to do it!. Hurting people have had patience for a long time and they know what it is to wait to hold onto faith,something they cant see but know its there somewhere, because He said it, it has to be true.
How much does justice cost?

EVERYTHING ,absolutely everything. That's why it hurts so bad. I really don't' do happy clappy Christianity well.. no offence. it just didn't work for me is all :))I didn't want any part of that, wasn't of Him, so I stood outside of IT many times, holding on to truth, to justice, to the One who placed His hands firmly against a cross for ME and watched nails beat slowly into His hands for me,for all. I felt that burned into my heart, it wasn't a preacher or  any sermon , but He imprinted it on my heart..
Sometimes it burns. And burns and I can't put it out no matter how much I clap and smile it burns for justice for those yet to see it for those yet to know Him ,it burns for restorative justice, for myself  and for others.
When I know my words wont make their pain go away thats when it burns and it won't stop,to we see Him in all His glory....Justice is ugly and beautiful at the same time, it takes time, it takes a whole jigsaw of your life all the  pieces that got taken and lost.
One piece at a time He places them back. Slowly you see justice,restoration,righteousness healing,power that you could never make light of, holy spirit empowerment,  from a King who never lies and is always on time, who desires to heal every hurt every broken ache, every limp.
The wrestle is always worth it. It takes you where no man or woman can.
The wrestle always gives you a new name.
I had so many names spoken over me, ugly was one of them. I remember it, it burned in my heart. I wrestled it out. Beloved was put in its place. Used was another,wasted, too ,and many more, some were given some I bore. But once your eyes and heart see Him, see His face , those names burn less and less and the grip breaks because His name and His heart burns harder and louder than any other name . His name is above all names.
My king is the king of righteousness who saved me out of  heinous injustice and has slowly put back all the missing jigsaw pieces  to my puzzle. There is still a limp, it's a reminder that I've wrestle it out and not found any other formula that works.Coming boldly before the throne of grace is the only way. He says come ,Restorative justice is on His mind and in His heart.
Lisaxo

His Grace.......

Law says how old we're you ? Law said it was just the one rape, Law says you fix it , Law says you asked for it , you wore something that made you the reason for IT, Grace says my blood covered it, Grace says I AM that I AM, I am not a man that I should lie, but I am a man that laid Down my life , my blood , my body, my spirit for you so there would be no need for law, no slave will need ever work off the highest price , I took the highest price for the slave when you thought you were free.

The Law tells of a different freedom a cheap freedom that comes with contracts restrictions lies, sweet sounding words that hold no light nor love . It's a freedom that comes with the price of shackles and no voice or sound of grace , but the muffled sound of pain without hope ......It lures and binds, like a web, it's promises can't deliver the Grace ,that bound up a King on a cross, a King who bled a King who had no silver nor gold, aKing who had dirt on His feet , and a King who's hands held death without condemnation. A King who walked , talked, listened ,wept,rendered His life, longed for His fathers answer, an answer that didn't come till death . Grace is a King , The King above all Kings . he is my King x

Who sent the Monster's?

I always heard His voice, I always knew Him, sounds arrogant maybe? but I'm no more special than someone who says they haven't heard His voice.  I just Knew if I didn't listen I wouldn't live to tell anymore stories. I was five and I had so many stories already that would put me to sleep and sometimes keep me awake , they helped me escape and they helped me to breathe.They reminded me who I was ,when the Monster's came.Psalm 139.I didn't always talk to him,I just knew I could whenever I wanted to. Sometimes I would delibritely,not talk to Him.The shame hurt too much.
Shame covered me,it was a thick heavy blanket that would suffocate my heart,and then the Monster's would come.

My first weapon was a sword.His sword.The word of God.He placed it in my heart,John 10:10.It never left,I hid it in there even when my mouth couldn't speak it my heart could.
The truth was now divided. The enemy had a plan,and God had a plan.PROMISE.
My plan of escape came and was executed,but failed, and the Monster's came.The numbness came to soothe,my voice was taken again , but the inward voicing to my King could not be taken.He was stunning then,and more stunning now.He never let me go.PROMISE.

"Sometimes Your lack of word's are Louder than what you could ever say".
  My voice got silenced,But my silence gave me a voice".

There is one thing we need to know,when they come, because they will come, Our King ,Jesus Christ gave us the Master key, it opens and closes every door.
So whatever is lurking in your heart, a whisper that irks you or the whisper that draws you to your King. He has handed you and I the master key.
Matthew 28:18 " ALL authority in heaven and on the earth has been given to me.

Who sent the monster's?.

So here we go,let's talk about Monster's,everyone likes a good ole monster under the bed story!or not.
I'm visualising Monster's Inc, the movie the one my children have watched and enjoyed. Definitely not like the real monster's that I have encountered.I wish they were all like the characters out of the movie,but no they aren't.
So "Who sent the monster's"? A theological debate?No thanks!.
I love the mystery of the not knowing it all. I only no  love it because trying to work it out really made my brain and heart hurt. I had so many "monster's" in my world I didn't know where they began and I ended.
A little snapshot into my story. I felt like in my life I had become my own mystery,I was born into a situation full of it. I felt like a little girl on a mission being determined not to loose my breath,especially to the monster's.


I suddenly woke up in a psychiatric ward locked up , literally. At the age of 24years old , my husband and I were saving madly for our first home, working  and raising our first child who was almost 2years old. My brain and heart snapped,  seemingly the monster's had won!
I knew this was a war, heaven was calling my name. My King had been preparing me for this moment all along , I wasn't hearing voices. I heard the Voice, the one who formed me in my mothers womb and KNEW me. His voice was recognisable , i'd heard it before ,it carried direction and it always carried truth , not my truth but heavens truth. I heard ,"You aren't crazy just sad". I also heard"No -one can hear you.".....(monster's).
So I started writing until I would fall asleep or my hand hurt too much!!! I needed a plan, I needed my own arsonary.
The weapons I chose were ,Mystery,Keys, a sword and Fire.
To be continued.....
Blessings,

Lisa.

Psalm 139.
Lord,you have examined me.
You Know when I sit down and when I get up.
You know where I go and where I lie down.
You know well everything I do.
Lord,even before I say a word,you already know what I am going to say.
You are all around me-in front and in back.
You have put your hand on me.
It is more than I can understand.
Where can I go to get away from your Spirit?
Where can I run from you?
If I go up to the skies,you are there.
If I lie down where the dead are,you are there.
If I rise with the sun in the east, and settle in the west beyond the sea,
even there you would guide me.
With your right hand you would hold me.
I could say,"The darkness will hide me.
The light around me will turn into night".
But even the darkness  is not dark to you
The night is as light as the day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
You made my whole being.
You formed me in my mother's body.
I praise you because you made me in an amazing and wonderful way.
What you have done is wonderful.
I know this very well.
You saw my bones being formed as I took shape in my mother's boy.
When I was put together there,you saw my body as it was formed.
All the days planned for me were written in-your book before I was one day old.
God your thoughts are precious to me.
They are so many!
If I could count them ,they would be more than all the grains of sand.
When I wake up,
I am still with you.
God I wish you would kill the wicked!
Get away from me you murderers!
These men say evil things about you.
Your enemies use your name thoughtlessly.
Lord,I hate those who hate you.
I hate those who rise up against you.
I feel only hate for them.
They are my enemies.
God examine me and know my heart.
Test my thoughts.
See if there is any bad thing in me.

Lead me in the way you set long ago.

The" Silencer".

One of my obsessions is to hear voices that have yet to be heard.. stories written , songs to be sung ,dreams to be  seen and brought forth. I love to cheerlead others because I know what it feels like when my cheerleaders push,encourage drag haha! sometimes, me. There is nothing like it ,when you know that someone is for you.
Unfortunately we have an enemy and enemies who do not wish to hear our voices or , the stories we carry or the dreams that we carry come forth .  My point of writing this is to be aware of the" Silencer," I had this picture in my mind of this gun , and on the end it,it had the silencer .. I was thinking about my own seasons that I have personally gone through and noticed that that picture of the gun /silencer on the end ,really summed up some of those seasons and places I have been in and through.
The result of not hearing your voice on this planet does this.
"The Silence of a woman or a  man's voice /shatters hearts/and leaves those who have not yet heard them, duller for it...."
With only One spoken word God created everything around us. If He kept silent we wouldn't be here ! Obvious but true.
The enemy continues to use silencers on all of humanity, when we know the truth of who God called us to be, the truth of the Silencer will be put to silence. That voice that says you can't, your not ready, you've got too much to do , your not smart enough, pretty enough , spiritual enough , thin enough, old enough etc...No more enough's!!! Silence the not enough'.

Pick up your silencer upon the enemy(the word of God)to shut his voice.If it isn't his voice then silence it with the truth.
The definition of a gun silencer and its purpose says this;A silencer means a short tube attached to the muzzle of a gun that DEADENS the sound of firing.
It is also designed to be  a  sound suppressor or sound moderator.

I know that God has put many dreams in my heart ,stories to be told, cheerleading to do,and so he has done the same for all his children. It isn't to tease us but it is there to be a voice on this earth to sound out His name in whatever arena we are in and whatever season we are in, we all have a different sound to that voice but if that sound is not heard the Earth and Heaven miss out.....
Blessings,
Lisa.