It’s coming up on the start of the new year & to end it I’m up wrestling down the demons of distraction, & demolishing all the heart-divisions that rose up in the down time of last year. ”You shall not pass” + Pulling down all the things which would cause me to plateau rather than pull ahead… while simultaneously reaching down a hand to help deliver my friends who are baptized in fret rather than in freedom - frozen in offense or fear - no longer following you forward - A place I too have been many times before. Anchoring myself to the side of Mt Zion - climbing up toward the place where God met with a man face to face as friend to friend. Would he do it again & for the likes of me, with nothing but my longing heart to recommend me? Headed there to plant my flag in that high ground & bury my face in the lower crevice of God's neck, arms wrapped tight round his glory. His words my only meal for the day, should he decide to speak - Or else the silence on his side will be met with the sounds from my side sounding out, “all or nothing” & shouting out a request for “Wisdom”, the way William Wallace cried out for “Freedom!!” on his dying day. In a similar hour, I crucify & cut personal compromise to offer it as a bloody sacrifice on the altar of this moment in history upon which destiny is either shaped or shaded. If His fire finds acceptable & reaches down to consume my morning offering, I pray it will simultaneously make my walk this year a fragrant burning.