The world is still so blurry. She knew that there are many things to learn and see. The one thing she did not realize is what her mother did see in her. I did not believe that she was a girl up until the very minute she was born and I saw for myself. Still, when she was born, there was something about her. Her daddy was the first to hold her, embrace her. A few minutes later, when she was carefully handed to me for the first time, she made a strange growling sound, as though she just wanted to be held by him. I stared at her for days. This child that came from my womb looked different than my first. On the outside, she looked like one of those angelic looking people from the paintings of Leonardo DaVinci, which was strange enough. Her mother could see the outside difference, but still there was something on the inside I could not identify. She grew fast. Her head full of dark hair quickly turned into wavy blonde hair flowing down her back at only the age of two. She grew fast for her age, and her soul did too. Things came to her easily and naturally. She was content to play by herself, but also had a mischievous side. Deep thoughts ran through her head all the time. This was natural since this was the way she had been made, never realizing she pondered on things most adults never even come to realize. Here is one of the things I want you to know, names are of great importance. Her first name, Savannah, which means large grassy plain, was just pretty to us, and did not seem to have much significance. But, we ended up nick naming her Nana, because her brother could not pronounce her name right. Nana can have two meanings: Yaweh is gracious, and vegetables or greens, which of course represents life. Her name can also be traced back to mean “favor” or “grace.” The most significant part is her middle name, Amber, which is the color that represents the Glory of God. She is never aware of any of this since she is only four years old. A name is important. It can prophecy a person’s future, it can be a literal prophetic meaning in their life. So it was with her. She often played by herself, while her brother was at school. She would come into my room, and tell me things Jesus said. See, Jesus came to see her. Since Jesus is Lord, I guess she assumes everyone sees him and talks to him regularly, not knowing that what is happening is out of the ordinary. Jesus would even feed her french fries, how funny is that? She says he is so pretty and nice. He sits and plays with her. I know, surely the Glory of God is on her life. She was singing the song she has been into lately. “I can hear the rhythm of the Lion of the Tribe Of Judah.” Over and over she sang those words, and danced to the warring music. I watched her, and realized her dance was not of her. She was moving so gracefully and doing these strange hand motions that surely she could not come up with herself. I believe she was dancing before him, lost in a different realm, worshiping him. She, this little life, was dancing before her father, the Spirit leading and guiding her steps. Oh the Glory it did bring! I know the Glory is on her very life. What will become of her? What will she do? What is she destined for? This life is not yet consumed with the world, but of heaven. It dances with her. She is in two dimensions at once. I pray that she stays there. If we can just be quiet and listen to His rhythm, could we hear it too? Could our steps be taken over like hers? How can someone so little accomplish so much. “The way to the Kingdom is that of a little child.” Can an adult really learn such life changing lessons from them? I am constantly in search of him, and she is constantly living with him, interacting with him. Why do we not see? He is here, and he is waiting. Let’s be more like her, go to him with the heart of a little child. Lets dance with him, and get lost.
Passion. What is it? How much does it matter? Does your passion have enough drive? My passion is truth. I believe that what I believe is the truth. I believe it wholeheartedly. Whenever I get the chance to share with someone the truth, nothing else matters. I am totally and completely absorbed into the conversation. There are not many who have heard the things I tell. Most people, around here anyway, never think outside the box. I love the movie Braveheart, Last of the Mohicans, Amazing Grace, etc. I never put much thought in it as to why I loved those kinds of movies so much. It’s the passion in them. Where that sort of passion is, my heart is. I’ve always believed that the impossible exists, I still do, with all my heart. When I was a kid, even though I was never shown the things I know now, I was looking for them. There was a fire burning in my heart back then, even though I didn’t have a clue what it was all about. I have been constantly searching, looking for something impossible, my whole life. Do we all do that? Is that what life is? The people that give up and stop searching make it clear to me that a life with out passion, a life without hope, is a life not worth living. Why did Jesus say so many times, “if you only believe”? Where has belief gone? Why does it seem to get lost? We have riches and beauty at our fingertips, and we do not believe. He is life, he is everthing, but we do not believe. Why? Why is it so impossible to just believe? Have you ever thought about the things he has said? A lot of the things he says is impossible. Deep down do we believe it is just a story book? Why do we read the words as if they are no big deal? See, I realized that we are to take him literally. He meant what he said. Men mess everything up. We will only give God so much credit and then stop. He is my passion. Him and his truth, He is the truth. Seek ye first the kingdom of God…that’s all it takes. If we were to seek him above all else, above all else, all the other things would be added to us. Seems pretty simple, but it’s not. We have been trapped in this flesh for so long, it seems impossible to get out. We don’t know what are spirit man is capable of. My passion, burns bright inside me, but it seems that it gets harder to move on on the outside. Why? It sure is a fight, and I know without a doubt that it’s worth it. and I believe the impossible, that I will get to that place one day. My goal is to press on, keep on fighting, keep on believing, keep that passion burning brightly, that I may see the God’s Glory manifested in my life. We were made to believe the impossible. 