Papa, take me...

How do I express in words a cry that burns and consumes me; I have been captured by a joy that shines more than any tear, with a hunger to pursue and know You; My desire today is that I can hear of your fame, of your shining light, that You may come and conquer me with Your Love, reach me with Your Grace, renew me with Your Hope. Pour out your overwhelming Goodness that drives me to repentance; Rest and be at peace my soul, bow before Your only King, Your only Lover, Your Savior.

My heart is exploding, longing to be with You and the more I seek you the more I want, but more distant I find myself to be because you become so much greater, so much more inviting; I find myself but then I get lost once again; blow the flames of the deep places inside of me, feed the fire with your air; Sing a song to my spirit like the cricket sings to the night, never ending constant and peaceful, that holds a message of fellowship and unity. Hope and Love of my life;

Happy Birthday Daddy, I am your gift today;

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I miss her...Words will never be able to put it out; I miss being able to sit down and look at her. But now, she is a star in the sky, a new bracelet around my wrist, a new prayer every night. My heart is to bless, to honor, to serve, but never to hold back in whatever she feels as to do, with or without an answer; One day I know I'll be able to express not with a writing, or a simple conversation, but with my life what is this passion that drives me, what is this feeling that no language can describe.

But I also know it's not time; There still is a process to be done in me and in her life, there still are things that have to be taken away from my heart, I still need to be molded, crushed, remade. I wait for Your time Papa, for Your voice. Help me not to be deluded, deceived to a different path by things that could erode my love and passion. Allow my soul to rest in your green fields, knowing that you are preparing that beautiful day when we'll be together; whoever she may be...

God's School

Ever since coming back from Mozambique I have been asking God what is this season going to look like. What is it that He has in store for me, and honestly I haven't heard anything; but He has printed in me an extreme peace that reassures me that He is in control. I have been feeling a new season where I am called to raise foundations and build strong bases, upon which my life is going to be edified. These next few months I want to lift up Godly revelations that have been planted inside of me and mature them so that I can learn in what I call the God School; now that I have faced the school of men, Holy Spirit wants to embrace me and take me now to a season where more than ever He will be my guide and my teacher and he will show me the revelations that I am to shine to the world around me. I am learning to be humbled, the meaning of a repentance that is fruit of God's goodness, the fruits of a lifestyle of being constantly broken and remade by His Love, where His mercies are renewed every single morning. Learning what it means to breathe in His air, to breathe in Holy Spirit; learning from my Lover...

come to the other side...

A few days ago I heard a voice in my spirit saying: "I am blowing a wind from the east to the west; follow the wind..." I didn't understand what it meant so I kept on praying, but no other words came to my heart. Yesterday I was at a youth camp with over 1000 people worshiping Him and finding out how much more worth there is in living before Him and celebrating Him than in Carnival and feeding our flesh. And suddenly someone read a passage that grasped my heart and made me understand what does the wind blowing to the west means...

In Exodus chapter 3, it starts by saying that Moses went to the west side of the desert, to the other side of the desert. And there he had his experience with God; So in my spirit I started hearing:"I am blowing the wind, come to the other side..." and what I have been feeling is that God has been calling me to take a step to the west side of the desert, to come with Him to the other side around the mount and go into a season of new experiences with Him. In Luke 8:22, Jesus asks his disciples to go with him to the other side of the lake; and there he not only brought liberty but also raised up a new evangelist, a new testimony to the World of what His love is capable of doing;

Come to the other side; I am blowing my wind...

pursuing Home...

It has been a long time since I've written anything. Coming back and going through the process of adjusting to my normal life hasn't been as smooth as I thought I'd be; Everyday I face new challenges and new situations that awaken parts of my heart that I wasn't aware of before. I can't remember the number of times I've sat before my computer and thought about what to write or how to put into words all the things that have been happening in my heart and life.

I've been discovering every day new facets of who God is, and how my life has been made to walk forward while I'm on my knees; whenever I turn to God in my spirit it's possible to hear the sounds that the angels hear, to feel the wind that the angels feel, to see the eyes of a God who is Love Himself; but why do I not focus? why do I turn away from him? But every morning His mercies and Grace have been made new; and I found myself with no words, lost in the middle of the mess called me, but at the same time dependent on One for the air I breathe and for the purpose to live one more day, pursuing Home once again;

"Home exists Paulo. You now know that, and your heart will always know... Home exists..."