Somewhere on Another Shore


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Somewhere on Another Shore

I bowed low in my place of utter need ‚Äú but in a split second”, found myself upright and striding on other shores.

Essence of renewed life filled the atmosphere, floating cloud-like through my heart. Heart prints of bygone journeys entreated me, enticed me, “Follow us. We know the way.”¬Ě

Tattered, weather-beaten cords of another reality unraveled like spinning tops, promising to catapult me beyond the shore line to a place – a place where liquid life flows like streaming lava. Molten love awaited me.

Sands sifted between my toes, washing over my feet, cascading in rivulets of brush-like strokes across my skin. Mesmerized by little streams of water springing up with each step, I became oblivious. Previous surroundings faded…night succumbed…dews of dawn encircled me in morning rays of surging, probing light.

Was there a yesterday, a today? I didn’t know. I didn’t remember.

Somewhere I cried out; somewhere in the shadows of another shore, now receding, I beseeched Another: “Make way for my journey!”

Waters began to whisper, “Come.”

Rivulets from each step converged into trickling streams, splashing my ankles. Something akin to a white linen-like cloth of luminous quality instantaneously enveloped me. Mystified, my eyes traveled up my form, delighted by the shimmering folds draping, enfolding me, touching my skin with wispy fingers of bridal like satin.

Pearls, transparent in nature formed, embellishing places of wrongful subjection. Chains broke, bondages melted away under jeweled strands of freedom.

What happened to my inadequacies, my dryness, my pain? I didn’t know. I didn’t remember. It didn’t matter. Waters were calling, whispering sighs…sighs of promised love.

Somewhere on another shore, shadows were fleeing; I was pleading. Somewhere I was interceding, pursuing my journey

Light responded radiating warmth, consuming every portion of me with molten love, shining through me an incandescent beauty. Rainbows arched, reflecting out of my heart in notes of music appearing as liquid color. Things once invisible to the eye took on discernible life. Inanimate became animate. Scintillating songs of angels filled the atmosphere as I dipped my fingers in iridescent light surrounding me, wafting trails, writing words of things to come across my soul.

Was there a yesterday, a today? I didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

Waters began to sweep me away, speaking softly, “Come.”

Babbling brooks ravished the shore with elegant sweeps of motion, carrying me deeper into an eternal quintessence. Falling in graceful motion, I surrendered to its fluid embrace. Looking back, the shore had disappeared, swallowed up by waters now flowing as a river. With eyes drawn to the horizon, to another shore, I became infused with exhilarating joy. My spirit soared in delight, compelled by intense desire to arrive longing to be joined with something beautiful, something glorious.

Dry and cracked places, parched and aching, cried out, “Saturate us. Fill us with living waters!”

Longings to absorb and be absorbed moaned with need, ready to relinquish hope deferred. Willing to abandon a heart sick…sick with unfulfilled desires to know and be known…open to a ravishing invasion…no more unrequited love.

My name, I heard my name. Spoken, it imbued me, suffused my soul to the core of its being, descending into to the depths of my conception.

My inner man responded, leaped. Drawn by unseen forces my gaze lifted. And I beheld Him…breath escaping released sounds of delight. There He stood before my eyes…eyes now saturated, dewing, overflowing amid the tears now kissing me, gracing me.

Clothed in brilliant folds of pure, white linen, dripping with scarlet beams of radiance, His presence effused glowing streams of deliverance into the unredeemed dust of my formation. New flesh grew over the wine skin of my heart, fashioning a supple vessel, prepared for His glorious impartation.

My spirit fluttered in butterfly like anticipation, aware of promised sweet nectars dripping like honey, infiltrating me, intoxicating me…bidding me…Arise…

Yes,I arose, extending toward Him, craving, yearning, thirsting…Ahh…sweet journey as waters whispered, “Come.”

Our rivers converged becoming a crystal sea. His hands reached out, touching me, pulling me forward. He drew me to His heart; enabling waters once embracing me to lift me into His presence, whispering, “Go.”

Somewhere on another shore enraptured I fell at His feet, my spirit echoing the pulse of heaven. Ecstatic, I cried out, “Free me! Fill me! Infuse me!”

Captivated, I began receiving from the journey where no today, tomorrow or yesterday exists. Only Him!

And He showed me a pure river of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.

His eyes embraced me, encircled me within halos of His heart. Taking my face in His hands
Jesus stood and cried out, saying, If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes on Me, as the Scripture has said, “Out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.”

His voice, as the voice of may waters, vibrated through my very being, shattering every stronghold, blowing away all debris like dust in the wind. He sealed every cracked place, saturated every dry bone of life, and filled every void to overflowing with His living water, until it poured forth from my belly. And in a moment the river He is and the river He called me to be merged. My beloved and I, we were one, broken bread and poured out wine.

Heady with new wine, I longed to stay in His habitation, to push away infringing shores, never to go back, but I knew…yes I knew, another day.

Somewhere on another shore my journey was ending, yet beginning anew. With celestial shores fading, I rejoiced, shouting “I know as I am known. I am free!”

Liquid hands, cupping me gently, began extracting me. I receded, ebbing from His manifest presence, drifting back, carried away in the manner I came.

With heart now consumed by watery whispers of love always and forever drawing me…wooing me…as they eternally whisper, “Always be ready to come.”

O’ To worship

Bowing in worship, in humble adoration…carpet, plush and soft, feels like sand beneath my feet. Dewy droplets of radiant moisture run across my skin in tiny trickles. Shimmering pieces of luminous threads, hanging jewel like, drape my ankles, softly falling into grooves formed by surrendered chains of bondage. Scents of honeysuckle fill the air.

Remnants?

Was there a yesterday? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, for old things are passed away, behold, all things are become new.

Somewhere on another shore where a river is flowing from the throne of God and the Lamb, He is rejoicing, crying out, “Whosoever will…Come!”

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Rev 22:1 (MKJV)
John 7:37, 38 (MKJV)
2 Co 5:17 (KJV)

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About the Author

Brenda

Brenda Craig is a published author, prophetic teacher and Seer whose desire is to know the Lord in all His fullness. Her writings and teachings reflect a deep intimacy with the Lord. As a worshiper, Brenda has received revelation on how to take the simple act of ‚ÄúSoaking in His Presence‚ÄĚ to a new level and developed a teaching called Soaking with a Purpose.

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