There's a storm Brewing.

This has nothing to do with coffee.

I have nothing to do with coffee.

God is speaking.

...Two truths and a lie...

My Abba, and friend is becoming my lover. He is speaking daily. He is loving me. God is caring for me. Daddy is leading me. My heart has been resting. Breathing.

If i could describe the stage or season or period (whatever you want to call it) that I'm in right now, it could come down to one word: receptive

I am choosing to receive what God wants to give me daily; and that is no small care package.

I'm seeing him in the sunrises. In the sunsets. I am enjoying his beauty in the mountains.

He is constantly blessing me with gifts of scenario.

Let me explain.

I'll find myself in a forest. I find a spot. A perfect spot. It fits my body when I lay in this spot. The view is unmatched and unprecedented. The temperature of this spot is perfect. The sounds are inviting. The smells are soothing... and nobody gets to be in this scenario but me. God will give it to me like he has given some of my friends literal diamonds.

Then i am energized. I go out from the place of rest ready to function. Ready to bring heaven to earth.

Then i find another spot. A gift.

It's like my daddy has been just giving me these items, scenarios, feelings, just to support me and love me. Like a father would.

But there's change as of late.

These are becoming like my lover is giving, out of love, expecting nothing. My lover gives me a gift that takes my breath away, like an engagement ring might. My lover whispers things in my ear just to make me laugh or smile, but most of all just to be loved.

It makes me love Him back better.

Now the wind up... the coming storm... the result of the gifts...

I have had 3 separa... no... 4 separate occasions in the last two months when God has given other people specific things to tell me. All four have hit home perfectly. All I can do is listen, smile, and thank my Lover, my Daddy, my Friend.

Change... the first person tells me they are feeling major change in my near future.
Transition... the second person tells me that God says he is preparing me for a major identity fulfillment.
Morphing... the third person tells me that God is saying I am going to be triggered, set off, fired, set on fire... the result is a dead sprint for the finish line.

The fourth was a vision. A vision that i wont share with you but i will tell you what God told me through it. The person telling me this vision had zero idea what it was about but that's because it was for me not her.

It hit home today. It described a previous me. Not a bad me, not a lesser me, but a previous me. The stage/season/period that I have been in lately all put into a single verb. Out of this comes another me. A transformation.

God is brewing something in me. I can feel it. I can't identify it.

There was a storm today. A beautiful, awesome, powerful storm. This storm was passionate.

I can recognize a passion being placed in me. A passion for something that I haven't been passionate about before.

This may sound silly, but I don't know what it is, I just know that I am passionate about it.

Kendall