Brokedown Palace Rebuilding

Once upon a time...

This a story about Comfort. And what He looks like.

Once upon a time there lived a child named Melissa. She opened big eyes and drank in deep of the wonder of God. Memory upon memory, year after year... the impressions of the Light left lasting impact upon the walls of her heart, like paintings in vivid color. There was the winter light from the days of youth upon the Lake Winnepausaukee. The verocity of the light of the skies at high altitude while travelling the globe in a plane, to foreign destinations and foreign lands. The light of dim dim hope holding on for dear life when there was no light at all. Yet, light still broke through. There was the vast pink rosy light upon the ranch of Texas during YWAM days. There was the urban light of Boston. The neon lights of Dallas. The starry starry starry skies of Haiti. The enchanting light of Paris. The overstimulating worldy hues of Budapest. The restless light of Revere. The grays of Boston and the greens of when it GLOWS. The candle in JHOP. The light of my mother's heart. The light of my father's love. The mountain enclosed valley, dripping with summer romance light of Kosovo. The golden hue bounching off of arching ceilings at Ruggles Baptist Church in Boston. The hospital sterile glow while Toby lay at the mercy of God until revived by Grace. The light of my lamp as I sit in sleepless prayer, releasing only a deep, deep silence from within me.

Once upon a time, there was a God who breathed life into a little child named Melissa. Once upon a time the child grew. Memory upon memory, year after year... a heart inside learned to open the door to the knocking of an ever-reaching God. Connected by the umbilical cord of faith, hope, and love. Once upon a time, Melissa stepped one day after the other, and stumbled into the arms of sheer mercy and love.

Once upon a time, the crying days were over. There was no grief left inside. Instead a miracle of joy had overflowed and the light was now inside. Once upon a time, a woman named Melissa picked up a paint brush. She was free. For the very first time.

"Heaven holds a sense of wonder."

Silence-by Delerium & Sarah MacLaughlin (Brokedown Palace)
Find Song Here.

Give me release
Witness me
I am outside
Give me peace

Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides

Passion chokes the flower
until she cries no more
Possesing all the beauty
hungry still for more

Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides

In this white wave I am sinking in this silence
In this white wave...in this silence...I believe

I can't help longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in"
if you won't let me

Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides

In this white wave I am sinking in this silence
In this white wave...in this silence...I believe
I have seen you...in this white wave you are silent
you are breathing in this white wave...I am free

My Sweet November

Jesus is my Sweet November, Sweet December, Sweet Forever.

My heart is overflowing with REMEMBRANCES of His Presence. My God, my God, you have filled my life and my days with beauty unimaginable. We have journeyed sweet together, you and I.

I will always love You. You have won my heart. I am so grateful. I am so filled beyond measure.

Impressions on my spirit throughout the years in every year, every season, every day. My God is Immanuel, and He is with me.

I will remember You. It is the remembrance of you, that I hold dear. There is nothing broken, and no regrets because you like living breath, have written Romans 8 upon my heart and made it to be true. You are working ALL and ALL things for my good, because You love me.

Awaken Love in Me. Towards you my Bridegroom King. (Matthew 22:2) Find a prepared heart. Fellowship here. I love you.

Suspended in Grace

Overcoming. Breakthrough. Freedom and joy. Laughter.

There is too much happening in this little heart of mine to describe the depths of this work. How comprehensive is His light! How good is His methodology... He disciplines and teaches whom He loves. We are sometimes surrounded by circumstances we would not have chosen for ourselves. But His thoughts are so much Higher. In that yielded place, we see His Glorious Father Heart.

This is a bit from a note I wrote back about a year and a half ago:

"Suddenly I was worshipping and crying out loud, “Thank you! Thank you, God! Thank you, God!”
Love must be sincere.
I believe that if we find a place of surrender and satisfaction found only in God, then something supernatural happens in our hearts. We find ourselves suspended in His very grace. We find ourselves: GRATEFUL. We find ourselves thinking on the friendship, kindness and love of our supreme God. I believe in that place… we become like King David. We become those who know how to use the “key of David” to unlock the heart of God."

This is now what the Lord has done and is doing and I am in awe:

Uprooting unbelief

Cracking open my heart ("All of your walls are before Me..." Isaiah....
They don't stand a chance before His strong, strong, breaker Love!
God: Break in! Break down all my walls!)

Releasing deep wells and drawing them out (Prov. 20:5)
CREATIVITY!! Waters of Life! Abundant Life!

Causing; teaching; supernaturally DEPOSITING; writing and marking me:

With FAITH... with BELIEF!!!

With Love, love, love!

My name is "Jealous, Jealous!" He tells us in Exodus. This IS His name. Ahhh... Have this heart, God. Have this faith. Have this life. Have this love. Have Your Praise!

Worthy.

Kindness

Kindness
By Melissa Haskin

September 29, 2009

Kindness’ smile canvases the face, like sails open wide to sea.
Kindness is carrying captives free.
Kindness' eyes are open, so as to see; perceive.
Kindness refreshes as an ice cold drink.
Kindness is the Lover, to the love dancing inwardly.

Kindness' warmth is penetrating drafty rooms.
Making space. Welcoming.
Kindness bears fruit on the tree.
Leads to repentance, tenderly.
Kindness defines identities.
Kindness is this Love; mounting up high and soaring.
Kindness; the very moment that you found me.
Kissed by gratitude in deep.

Kindness; the Lifter.
Kindness has marked.
Kindness will lead.

Very Day

Very Day

By Melissa Haskin

August 18, 2009


Gaze. Countenance.
Fell like snow-filled light.
Magnificent purity given.
Smooth on my face.
Shining. All. Around.
Mobility upward wings of flight.
Taken heart to riding.
I remember that.
The very day.
Day of Joy Filling.
Day of Life Giving.

I remember that.
The very day.

Breath catches to pause. Selah.
Your movements capturing blindest blackness.
Fragrance rising in desolation.
Wayward hearts done searching.
Find no lack.
Rest comes softly, kindness knocking.
Justice is undoing
Wrong.
Gone.
You sit enthroned. I extol.
Renew this of what they say; in words with reverence.
Day of Salvation; fullness expanding ever more.

I’ve decided to want it all.
Running running running
Mercy Seat.
Immanuel. Weight of the wonder of “With me.”
Stronger than death.
No eye has seen, no mind has conceived.
Prepared for me.

That You think upon me to the depth.
To the depth.
Releasing in righteousness worship found.
Higher closer nearer
Dreaming and hearing.
Founts of old washing stains removed.
Very day.

Cesium of Faith

Dedicated to my father, John Francis Haskin, R.I.P

Cesium of Faith
by Melissa Haskin July 8, 2009

Sunday afternoon rolling in on the tide.
Time is not.
Undertow reciprocation sucking back the yearning.
Purity is crying.
Waves cresting and relinquishing.
Breakers crashing again to the shores.
Causal devotions and affections washing over me.

Fallen down; not moving.
Heart beats faintly to this distant anthem somewhere inside of me.
Wanting that which is seen with eyes that do not blink. A cesium of faith.
Only You, Eternal flow; A voice like Yours; none as sweet.
Homesick release.

To where my yearning is a birthing.
Beginnings bringing baptism.
Awakening the sonship inheritance which Benevolent Father gave.
These shores lined by familiar faces.
A cloud surrounding me.
They wait to greet my simple strength.
I have not to give.
Yet impossibly finding resource to surrender. Grace.
Contributing willingly.
Captivated unmeasured breath of hope.
Asher. Life.
Love is the offering.
Refined like silver. My cesium of faith.