OPEN HEAVEN 2015 PDF
Open Heaven (River Wild). Words and Music by Matt Crocker and Marty Sampson. Key -. CCLI Song # © Hillsong Music Publishing. For use. WORD. Translating men. From the. kingdom of darkness. into the. kingdom of light. A light to your path for a daily walk with Jesus. Enjoying Open Heavens. Spirit gave me Matthew 13 for reference and then this year 4/16/ Holy Spirit said .. Deeper worshiping - This is where Heaven opens up and God receives.
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God will show us the cause of our needs or problems we have. He gave them the Answer; the Holy Spirit. When He comes, He will teach us all things. Jesus taught the disciples and showed them that the Holy Spirit is in Him and how to work with Him. The Spirit of Wisdom.
This is the result of understanding and revelation combined together. Suddenly we know what to do and when we do it, we stopped the attack and oppression of the enemy.
Downstairs to the humdrum rituals of the kitchen. Brewing coffee, easing her teased-apart English muffin halves into the toaster, listening to the radio, on which I was being interviewed about a brand-new book.
Her youngest of five children, I was providing commentary about a lawsuit brought by a man who had suffered incalculable psychological damage from finding a dead fly in his bottle of water. Was it possible for a life to unravel at the prospect of one dead fly? My mother spread her muffin with marmalade, thought ahead to her day.
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Some meetings, a luncheon, an outing with her granddaughter Rachel, who was visiting for March break. It was she, not my father, who faced death. Vivacious Katharine, an uncommonly lovely woman—mother and sister and daughter—was anguished by the wildfire spread of metastatic breast cancer.
My father played his role most unexpectedly. Stress, she was familiar with, as the single mother of two teenaged boys. Laughter, she loved. Fitness of any kind—she was vibrantly physical. Fantastic intellect, fluent in three languages.
For the next two hours I felt nothing but joy and healing. She clutched the podium carefully, determined to be graceful while terminal illness threatened her sense of balance. And then I thought of Dad cocking his eyebrow, teasing me about hubris. Flat-out, she said this, without the necessary genuflections to science and to reason, no patience for the usual caveats: Call me crazy, but.
Astral father, there yet not there. Love flowing unseen. A benign companion of some sort, whose embrace is light but radically moving. My family is not in the habit of experiencing ghosts.
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Reality was vibrating, close to shattering. Dad is dead. Now Katharine had had a vision. We took it in as an aftershock. But almost immediately, it began to make profound sense, like puzzle pieces slipping perfectly into place. Without discussing it, we were convinced as a family that he had done something of great emotional elegance. He had died for his daughter. Later, I learned that this sort of experience when someone has died is startlingly common, not rare, but families shelter their knowledge, keeping it safe and beloved like a delicate heirloom, away from the careless stomp of strangers.
There was much I would learn in the ensuing year about the kept-hidden world all around me, but at the time I understood this much: what a gift this was for Katharine.
Waking up over the previous twelve months had meant regaining knowledge of her predicament, which was like an immersive drowning terror in the darkness. I knew my sister better than anyone else in my life except, perhaps, my children.
Katharine had watched herself—the future beheld in a mirror, a pool?
A five-month-old baby she knew to be named Katie, this wobbly little creature was trying to sit up straight. All will be well, and all manner of things will be well. Back at the house, the phone rang. My mother, calling to report that our father had died.
I read that some time later and thought, Ah. Along the South Rim of the canyon, flies buzzed about the twitching ears of pack mules as they descended the Bright Angel Trail, hooves stepping lively along the steep traverse a few hundred yards ahead of my husband and me.
We leaned reflexively into the cliff wall as we followed the party of mule riders, shrinking back from the empty, falling spaces that seemed almost to pull at us, inviting us to swoon and tumble headlong a thousand feet to our doom. Were only tourists venturing down this crumbling path, I wondered, or pilgrims, too, intent on humbling themselves, feeling their way with hands scrabbling rock, confessing to having no knowledge of the vastness that engulfed them, lured by that very admission?
They never did grasp that the canyon was ten miles across, rim to rim, and that the river below coursed as wide as the Nile. We understand those dimensions now, only because the guidebooks make it plain. We cower into the Supai sandstone. How do we know what is infinite and what is not? What do we trust—our eyes or our instincts, our guidebook or our gut? I was acutely aware of her dying, so much so that it seemed to me that the air itself was dangerous to breathe, for each breath demarcated the passage of time.
I sensed the clock continuously, how it betrayed me, let go of me, ruined me, and broke my heart with every exhalation. Well, yes, it was that soon. Average time to death after brain metastasis from inflammatory breast cancer: three months. Shells were exploding in the rain-dark trenches. My clock felt increasingly internal and intuitive.
When you need to read the world differently, when ordinary channels of information are blocked, what then do you do? About a quarter mile down the Bright Angel Trail, we stopped to rest. My husband went off to make sound recordings, a passion of his, and I crouched in the scant shade of an overhanging rock, perched uneasily on the slope.
The view from here was altered, for the canyon now towered above me. My tilted chin faced an immense wall of stone, as tall as a skyscraper.
A red-tailed hawk circled high above me in the shimmering air. What I saw, I labeled instantly, unconsciously: a bird of prey, a wall of stone, the quick and apprehensive movement of a ground squirrel.
Some tourists, French and German, lumbering along, out of breath, their nylon packs a jarring shade of blue. Would a Hualapai woman pausing here a few hundred years ago have broken down this vista into its constituent, material parts? As you read it, you will see familiar Bible passages through new eyes of understanding. In fact, you will look at a lot of things through new eyes. This review is based on a free ebook given to me by the publisher. Tommy Tenney have provoked me to seek God face and worship the Lord with all my heart with a passion more of God.
Open Heaven (River Wild)
And how we need to seek God like David did, pursuing God heart through our worship. If you hungry or just want more of God this is the book for you. I really like the section in the book on the benefits of having the manifest presences of God.
My review is on the free eBook that was given to me by the publisher. By positioning ourselves with a hungry, raw and authentic heart for God, our soil is ripe for Him and His Kingdom to come. We are invited to give up our performance, but not our pursuit, of Him; to chase the "Anointed" not the anointing; to tend and guard the portal to Heaven. Tommy challenge Tommy, in very simple language, has provided us with a focus that can help shift our hearts toward God versus the Godly, realizing His presence on a permanent habitation rather than intermittent encounters.
Tommy challenges us in our love and what it means to sacrifice and take on the cares of the heart of our lover. This book is for the hungry!
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Talking about a holy desperation of pursuing the presence of God and only being satisfied by him.As we approached the rim, I noticed a rainbow. The man of God held my legs and prayed. Ezekiel saw visions of God. Those who are joined to the Lord are one Spirit with Him.
I shall bring for new and innovative ways of doing things. We have to believe in Christ and in what He did for us.