I’m at a point where I’ve decided I’m not going to let church and religion get in the way of my relationship with God. I love God, I love all things spiritual. I am a deep person. Evangelistic to the core; I love to sing, dance, and rejoice in a divine romance with the lover of my soul. I am his creation, He is my creator, my connection comes as deep cries out to deep. In HIS presence I am completely satisfied and every longing is fulfilled.

The limiting mindsets that put the favor of God in a box, the experiences of God in a building and the relationship with God to the confinement of rules and religion no longer takes up real-estate space in my head and heart space. I will not fall for the judgements and manipulations of man that tell me the spirit that speaks inside is not truth.

Living with less all my life didn’t teach me that God is a “limited by less” God, rather that He is faithful in all things and that my contentment does not come from things or worldly measures but an awareness that he is faithful to provide exceedingly and abundantly more than I can imagine. When I didn’t know where or how we would pay the bills, have a house to live in, clothes to wear or our health I knew a miracle was on the way.

Miracles in the mysterious. Countless and incomparable. No other explanation than God himself. The author and finisher of my faith. One day at a time, my daily bread; full and satisfied not settling for less but knowing God always shows up just in time.

Just as he taught the Isrealites not to store up food but to come out of their homes everyday to see the mana provided. The faith that calls you out from the comfort and security of the known. The place where we can create our own answers to the unknown; the open earth, the ground, the sky, and everything in between.

It’s not a method, it’s the message of truth. Not only does God “got this” He grants us his favor to bear the fruit that keeps growing from the fields of abundance till our storeshouses are full on earth as it is in heaven.

I invite you to experience the God I love and know. A God not limited to the defining boundaries of another man’s journey where it is neatly confined to just enough to feel comfortable in a nicely presented box, building and religion, but rather on the uncomfortable edge of an unexplainable mystery where the miracles are marvelously unraveled in the mess.