Sonship. Kingship. Worth & Integrity.

I was taken by the dark night, alone with the house, the warm wind - how unusual. So I jumped on the trampoline into the night sky. I was lifted in the warmth, the breeze that spoke and whispered and I laughed. I was impressed by the noise of the trees, the loud susurrus; I used to hear it as harsh and scary, which it was for a moment, but I changed it - rather let it be changed. I lay down on the cold tramp and the holy spirit in ghost white overlayed me head to foot, rested upon me as a sheet - and I was impregnated, planted with a holy seed. I know I've seen this image before. Oh, Genesis. The Spirit hovered over the face of the deep. Found me. And it was time to bring forth. I prayed that I would either be loosed from the confines of this body or be able to share it. I cannot stand the shell it is - the way touch doesn't infiltrate or satisfy. That he's the only thing that satisfies: You're the only one.
Then I couldn't jump anymore, but spoke with my father and ran indoors.
I began pacing, knowing there was a push, a work, a presence. I prayed to him: Father I know you're here to produce. I've carried and warred and grown and here's the time. You know the time father, but I feel so unworthy. But I know you won't give me anything I can't handle. (I knew I could either grab the presentation, the offering, or deny it until later. always later...) I don't know what's here, but I know I've integrity, you made me and brought me here and here is good. So, knowing your character I say yes, God, I say yes.
And then I paused, and froze. and the dam broke within me and I was crushed from within and without by the contraction of every muscle and all of everything - pushing and pulling and moving forth, a flush of Water and Life that ripped through me in a torrent of power. I was on my face and tongues poured out of me until I had to turn onto my back.
I was facing my father in heaven and he wrote across my neck - shoulder to shoulder - words imbedded within each other: faithfulness, integrity, worthy. And the eyes of angels, 4 pairs were beneath him. And I prayed that I don't need the eyes of men any longer, but for Him, His eyes alone; that I would bear witness to the angels.
That I would be assigned an angel, a partner.
I saw myself as the second of four.
I saw my hands produce gold powder, stars - faith.
He stamped me remodeled, and all I could do was believe him. I asked how I could walk in that, free of the old casting. and He showed me. I grabbed the old covering from the floor, the old skin, and went to the door to throw it into the night where the wind caught it and carried it away.

There is a way that I am become.