Is God Real ? This Song Is Keeping You Alive (Even If You Don’t Hear It Yet)

Is God Real ?

The Song That’s Keeping You Alive (Even If You Don’t Hear It Yet) 

by Nikki Walton of CurlyNikki.com

There’s a song, a chant, a battle cry, a call constantly sounding, right there where you are, within and without. From the Kingdom within, the Throne within, to the without. That if which you hear It, you won’t go without. The only question is, ‘Do you hear it?’

At first, you will think it’s something new in your experience, something fresh, and while it may be your first conscious perception of Him, He is the Ancient of Days. He is Jesus Himself, calling you into a higher experience. A deeper experience. Into something real and true. Perception beyond what the eyes and ears are reporting.

It’s like you begin, listening, hearing, feeling, smelling, tasting what’s beyond this world. I can hear silence right now, even more prominently than the sound of these keys rapidly going off under the fingers. If I was smelling jasmine flowers, I would also be aware of the non-smell right next to them that allows the smell to be.

There’s a fatigue where you are… a weariness that you are aware of. But right next to that, beyond that, within that, is non-weariness… a space that has never and can never know any weariness or defeat. It IS Victory. It is Joy. It is Energy. It is your power source. You must plug into that with me. You must feel that with me. That’s why we sit. To charge. To become aware of what’s already charged… what’s already lifted. Who. Jesus said, ‘If I be lifted up from the earth, I will draw all men unto me.‘ (John 12:32)

He has drawn you, and you are both aware of Him being lifted, but also, paradoxically, the one doing the lifting, the holding. The Joy-Holder, you are. Don’t put Him down. Okay?

This morning, after a third, maybe 4th night of no sleep due to my son’s allergies, which cause him to cough throughout the night, but feel absolutely fine during the day lol, I started singing some made-up song about brushing his teeth better, and through a mouth full of toothpaste he was mumbling a question to me. After my third, ‘huh?‘ He spit, and said,

‘How can you be like this? How are you happy?’

And I told him, ‘it’s a choice!” That’s our free will. I’m also aware of the fatigue, the sleepies, the thought that I 100% deserve to be grumpy too, haha, but instead I’m like Buddy in that movie Elf, ‘Smiling’s my favorite’. But it’s not my happiness… it’s not my joy… it’s not my smile… it’s not Nikki. God is smiling me. He’s singing me into being every moment. I answered. And He picked me up.

Sit with me in this.
Let Him smile you, too.

I love you,

nik