Through her we died, in Him we Live!

It was the most painful thing for He that created to be rejected by that which He created, because the created chose to reject eternal life with his creator and rather CHOSE to live in total separation from his creator with she whom he loved more than his God, rather than trusting in the truth that his Creator WOULD make a way to redeem the other being created from himself and restore her to life. This the first Adam did, as he chose woman over God and as a result lost his life - He said "I will not drink this cup, my will not Yours be done" In choosing the 'flesh of his flesh' over God, he lived momentarily yet died, eternally separated from God.

It was the most beautifully painful yet joyous thing to have the Begotten chose He who had begotten him rather than live in momentary pleasure, with the other begotten, but death eternal, separated from God. This the second Adam did, as He chose his GOD over the will of 'the flesh of his own flesh' - He said "Father if it were possible, remove this cup from me, But I WILL drink it, not my will, but Yours be done!" With that, he died momentarily, yet now lives eternally, ONE with God with The name above all other. He made the way through his death that we his bride could live forever.


I dare say that if Adam had chosen to be with God, he may have been temporarily separated from his bride, but that same God would have found a way to restore his bride. He would have provided a ram in the bush as he did for Abraham because He IS - Jehovah Jireh, The Lord who has 'seen'.

No wonder that the first commandment in the old covenant is this: "Thou shalt have no other gods before me" - Adam's god was woman, and therefore he DIED.
And no wonder that The ONLY commandment in the new covenant is this: "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.” Jesus' God was JEHOVAH, and therefore WE LIVE!

I wrote this poem a while ago - A glimpse into the heart of a strong woman who is pressed but not crushed, persecuted not abandoned, struck down but not destroyed... Out of desolation, a phoenix will arise; Halleluyah!

I wrote this poem a while ago - A glimpse into the heart of a strong woman who is pressed but not crushed, persecuted not abandoned, struck down but not destroyed... Out of desolation, a phoenix will arise; Halleluyah!


It is true that you constantly use and abuse.
It is true that your words to me are with precision care
Aimed to amuse and confuse.
It is true that every time and everything I give,
You disdain and count as dung,
It is true that in your eyes, I am nothing but a well-worn avenue,
For your feet’s traverse to destination 'My will be done'.

It is also true that many a time,
I am tempted to leave
So that you flounder and drown
(As I know you will)
It is true that I have agonized over decisions to concede,
And to forgive, time and yet time again.
It is true that blood has boiled within my veins,
My hands bound, rendered impotent to allow harm,
Even so by the cords of love that still restrain.

So why is it not true for you to suppose
That I am weak and spineless?
Why is it not true for you to summarily conclude,
Upon my apparent blindness and seeming blatant stupidity.

Could it be because of the rivers of compassion?
And love that still flow from the heart of one that though hurt and marred,
Realizes that it too was so forgiven?

Could it be because of the enduring truth of faith, of hope, and of love?
Faith… That although, at this time, you're so hopelessly blind,
Someday your eyes will open and you will see the light?

Hope… That the tears (sometimes violently angry)
That I have shed because of you and many more for the things you have done,
Would someday cease, morning breaking through with the sun’s healing rays?

Love… Once stranger to me,
Bought and brought by the Sovereign one who rules over my heart and soul?
The one to whom I cannot but say-
“Not my will but yours be done”?

Could it be because He abides in me, and therefore I can abide?

Could it be because of The One who has opened my heart
To see the impossible as possible, the unseen as seen,
And He who has opened my heart
To love the unlovably unlovely?

Could it be from the infusion of strength I have received
Through birthing cries loosed from my tongue ~
An outpouring of pleading for grace?
May it be that the rivers of supplication
for that one
For whom if it had not been poured,
The end result, dastardly doom?

Yes! It is the truth that I concede,
But this, I do, by the strength that rises up within me,
With which I say I do.
The power that propels me urging me on,
Through inner jeers and taunts, congealed spittle, and painful thrusts.

The power that graces me to walk, as He would have walked,
Head unbowed by grief, Hands lifted high in submission to His will:
“Father forgive, for they know not what they do.”

© AdePero Mettabel, 04/19/13.

Last night I had a dream.

Last night I had a dream. I was in a church congregation the service was going on. There was not a lot of music, but there was much contemplation and much praying. I do not know what the thrust of the meeting was, and I daresay that in the context of this dream, it was not the focus. During the prayer time a woman all of a sudden stood up and started prophesying. Again I cannot remember what she said, but I clearly remember her excitement, awe and wonder she said with a trembling voice “I can see the handwriting! I can read it!! Can’t you see it?” She was referring to the fact that the words of the prophecy she was giving, She was reading from Celestial projection in the air against the backdrop of the wall. The beauty of this was that in the dream I somehow knew that the woman was not literate. I somehow knew that she would not normally have been able to read what she was now reading with ease, albeit a trembling voice. It was much like the handwriting of God spoken about in the book of Daniel. I did not immediately remember this dream when I woke up. It came to me a few minutes later. I did not spend time trying to figure out the meaning of this dream. What came to my mind regarding this dream, I believe by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit were the verses spoken in the book of Joel chapter 2. "In the last days I will pour out my Spirit upon ALL flesh". Sons and daughters, Young and old, young men and maidservants – ALL flesh! This is not a hocus-pocus, woo-woo Word. It is an encouragement from the Lord that He is not getting ready to do a new thing, but that He will, and is doing a new and marvelous thing. The seemingly uneducated will speak with eloquence and power, seemingly ordinary men and women will move in the miraculous. Children will declare words with wisdom far beyond their years, and the elders will speak with the simplicity of Youth. The handwriting is on the wall, but this time, it is not for doom,
IT IS FOR GLORY!

May the peace and joy of the Lord be with us all,
Maranatha.