The Shining Light Above the Embers

By Andie Renee

My Jesus, because of all that you have personally endured with me, I no longer need to know the answers. I intimately know that your victory is always before me. Thank you for revealing the triumphs engraved within each and every step of every maturing process you bring me through, and thank you that my expectations are no longer dependent upon the flesh, but are completely dependent on God Almighty. Abba, your instruction is thorough, and I have secretly learned that with Jesus actively reigning in this living temple of yours, other people’s free-will choices cannot limit my life from bearing your fruit. But I need you to constantly remind me of all of this, Holy Spirit. For although my hopeful heart excitedly reacts to the sight of my secret image manifesting itself in the flesh, my physical eyes only see him powerfully command my healing and then in his next breath, reject my nearness.

It isn’t about me, nor is it about her. It is all about you, Jesus. Raffaele Martinetti’s disciplined mind will only bow to Jesus’ reign, and there is no way he will allow anything, not even Jacey’s surprisingly gentle, sweet eyes to distract him from taking care of what the Lord sets before him. But with the profound assurance of knowing that his Abba’s sustenance is all he needs to see him through the unexpected, his commanding Lord vitally whispers Isaiah 55:8-9. ‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.’

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andie Renee
• Release date: Nov 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370568635

Andie Renee

Under King Jesus’ reign, our physical blood is fortified with His blood, our heart beats within His commanding Hands, and our ears are attuned only to His Truth, while our mouth is under our Savior’s authority, and our eyes ache to only see Him.As one of Abba’s daughters passionately declaring His Love, His Guidance, and His Protection, I’m only able to write as the Holy Spirit guides my fingers. May our novels give you a few hours of enjoyment as well as inspire you to have a deeper fellowship with King Jesus as you actively live in His presence, and He intimately Shepherds you.

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The Indwelling Divine Line Series:

Book 1 ~ The Shining Light Above the Embers

(Each novel in this series does stand-alone, but they also relate to each other.)

By Andie Renee

Copyright 2016 Andie Renee

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This new series reveals a secret Prayer Warrior society ~ A society uniquely designed by our limitless, long-suffering, loving Abba (Heavenly Father) specifically placing some of His precious children into precise circumstances, which have allowed them to partake in unimaginable hardships so that they will personally see the need to withdraw from following society and instead follow Jesus, draw closer to Him and hear His voice. Each of them have found that doing so is the only way to truly live, for the Holy Spirit is the very breath they breathe, and they cannot continue without Him because He alone balances their lives. These unique children have sacrificed, and continuously sacrifice by putting Jesus first in their lives in all things. They boldly, intently, and freely choose to see Jesus before they see anything else and they have found themselves becoming bound with others through prayer. While using the modern day technology of social networking and research, all for the glory of God as the Holy Spirit leads them, they intimately discover that God truly is limitless and is in all of the tiny details of His children's lives. Astoundingly, God is personally making their society grow as He deeply establishes His earth-shattering love into His specifically chosen children that He would like to place in this particular assignment.

As you delve into their personal lives and intimately experience their hardships, and their own struggles they spiritually battle within themselves, including love and separation, you will see the preciousness of allowing the Holy Spirit to establish John 14:23 into your own life because that is an overcomer's life, and that is living in Jesus.

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When you read this book you will be experiencing...

The Shining Light Above the Embers, a novel about Jacey Brinley. My Jesus, because of all that you have personally endured with me, I no longer need to know the answers. I intimately know that your victory is always before me. Thank you for revealing the triumphs engraved within each and every step of every maturing process you bring me through, and thank you that my expectations are no longer dependent upon the flesh, but are completely dependent on God Almighty. Abba, your instruction is thorough, and I have secretly learned that with Jesus actively reigning in this living temple of yours, other people’s free-will choices cannot limit my life from bearing your fruit. But I need you to constantly remind me of all of this, Holy Spirit. For although my hopeful heart excitedly reacts to the sight of my secret image manifesting itself in the flesh, my physical eyes only see him powerfully command my healing and then in his next breath, reject my nearness.

It isn’t about me, nor is it about her. It is all about you, Jesus. Raffaele Martinetti’s disciplined mind will only bow to Jesus’ reign, and there is no way he will allow anything, not even Jacey’s surprisingly gentle, sweet eyes to distract him from taking care of what the Lord sets before him. But with the profound assurance of knowing that his Abba’s sustenance is all he needs to see him through the unexpected, his commanding Lord vitally whispers Isaiah 55:8-9. ‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.’

Chapter 1

You knew it would happen again, Lord. You knew.

Jacey firmly pushed back another round of fresh tears threatening to be released. There will be plenty of time for that when I am alone.

Her gaze traveled to the passengers rushing this way and that way, and out of all of those thousands of people, there was no one waiting on her.

Jacey inwardly groaned. You knew, Lord. And that is the only thing keeping me upright, right now. Your joy and victory are not dependent on the results of my failed attempts at visiting with my brother. Nor is my perception of victory, because I dwell with you.

I don’t know what I could have done differently, and had there been a way you would have told me.

Jacey purposefully blew out her breath, signifying a formal release of her frustrations over her most recent let down. And the moment she took another deep, steadying breath, she concentrated only on Jesus. You are my strength, Lord.

A warmth of tenderness distinctly rolled through her, causing her to softly smile to her Savior, deep within. Lord, I see the problem within me, and so from this point forward, I will strive to no longer actively dwell on the results of my failed efforts. Despite her declaration, her heart began to ache anew for the missed opportunity to see her brother. Help me, Jesus. Help me to fulfill that desire of mine, and help me to properly deal with this problem so you can heal it.

Her head rested against her hand as she clutched her purse, and continued to watch various people and families passing her by. She watched as a little girl’s face lit up while staring at her mother, Really, really? Grandma will really be there? She really will?! When her mother lovingly nodded, and tiredly answered her for what was probably the hundredth time, Jacey couldn’t help but actually feel the little girl’s excitement as she continued to clap in delight while her mother carried her through the airport.

Bless them, Lord. One day, when she needs to, the little girl will intimately learn that only you can truly promise to never leave her nor forsake her, and she will learn the preciousness of that, and the vital need to put her relationship with you first in her life. What an exciting day it will be for her, when her relationship with you deepens. May she enjoy her time with her grandma, and thank you for intimately securing those times Lord.

It always amazes me how the Holy Spirit uses our memories to comfort us, and teach us on our path in you.

Her flashing light hazel eyes looked to the floor as her heart physically ached within her tightening chest.

To have someone waiting on you, and looking forward to seeing you is so priceless, Jesus. That is something I have never taken for granted, but then again, I can’t remember ever taking anything for granted.

She thought about it and was stunned. Jesus, I never realized it before, but that is a unique trait that you have always preserved within me, from as early as I can remember.

I have to admit though, it would have been nice to be able to have experienced someone waiting on me again.

Jacey looked around her, especially now, when it was another failed attempt to see Jason. To have someone waiting on me with his arms wide open only wanting to comfort me, or even expecting a call from me, would be so wonderful right now. Her thoughts instantly veered towards Gary, and tried to picture him standing there with his arms opened wide, ready to hug her and hold her for however long she needed.

But nothing happened, nothing moved inside of her. There was no comfort, no happiness... Nothing. Other than a tiny brush of relief that he wasn’t here.

Thoughtfully, Jacey sat back and thought about him, and it wasn’t long before she realized that another thing had been weeded out of her life, because it was not in line with what her Abba wanted for her. Praise Jesus. A softness waved over her, I think I liked the idea of having him there, instead of actually liking him, the person.

But Jesus, something is changing inside of me. Something that wasn’t even there last week. She tried to think, but all she could think of was Gary, and that was when she was led into a greater understanding of what was happening.

Her breath caught and she inwardly looked up to her Jesus, you are lifting your shelter from me. You are preparing me, and positioning me to be able to accept the fulfilling of a need I have. An uneasiness raced through her, but she ignored it. Jesus, you heal what needs healed. I only listen to you. Only you can prepare me.

Her eyes were instantly snagged by a couple walking hand in hand together, smiling and talking. I miss that. I want that.

And I am becoming more sensitive to wanting that, and missing that from my life. I not only miss that, but I also miss having a close friend, someone I can hang out with and share secrets with.

I miss the physical connection with others.

Her heart raced, only you can sustain me, Abba. Only you can fully provide for me. I look only to you, Jesus.

Jacey’s thoughts were led back to the little girl again, and at the same time she couldn’t help but remember she had once been like her, unable to contain her excitement over seeing her very own, loving, grandmother.

It was such a long time ago, she died before I even went overseas for my studies. Her grandmother’s face rose in her mind, I miss her so much. My Jesus, it is almost eerie to think how quickly things can change. In the blinking of an eye...

"My Jacey, what is wrong, dear one? Nothing is worth getting upset over, because do you know why? Her grandmother’s eyes glowed with excitement, and she conspiringly leaned in and whispered into her ear, Because your Abba, your Heavenly Father, the Great I Am, sees all, and knows all, and that is more than enough."

Jacey slowly inhaled, praise Jesus. How right you are grandma. Confidently standing up, Jacey softly smiled, and her heart responsively moved within her chest while she began to finally head home. That is truly all I need to know, Abba sees all.

Praise Jesus, in the blinking of an eye, all things can be healed, righted, and changed because I actively dwell in you, my unchanging Abba!

Two hours later, and I am, again, fighting the same battle! Why isn’t the confidence staying with me?! Aggressively pushing back her tears, Jacey parked her car, grabbed her bag, and raced up the apartment stairs, intent on not seeing anyone. I didn’t mean to let it go! Please Jesus, feed me your confidence again! She hurriedly unlocked her door as her mind became pressurized by all of the overwhelming emotions filling it. After shutting the door and relocking it, her back fell against it, and relief exploded through every ounce of her body as her weekend bag dropped to the floor.

Jesus, I need you. I need you!

Forcing her mind to relax, her lungs opened and her nostrils flared to life while precious oxygen gently flowed through her. You breathe for me, precious Breath of God. I am so glad to finally be alone again, with you. Finally!

Sliding to the floor, she covered her face. Jesus, I can’t keep doing this. I had hoped that this time would finally be different. I had such strong expectations in finally being able to see him. This time, that was all I could think about.

I was going to see him, and I knew it!

Jacey loudly groaned, but I didn’t. My mind was wrong, and for some reason this time seems extra hard to digest the failed attempts. I strive to be more aware of you than anything else, but...

What happened? Why didn’t you correct me in my thinking?

Continuing to sit there on the floor, Jacey finally saw it. You did try, didn’t you? There were days and times where you had whispered to me about being more positive of you than anything else. And more sure of you and what you were guiding me to, instead to what I think I need to see or experience. You are even reminding me of so many other times where I knew you were encouraging me to conquer the control over my feelings and emotions.

Jacey wiped her eyes, Holy Spirit, your teaching is an amazing comfort to me. Jesus, you are healing so much in my life, and for that I am truly grateful. Her eyes closed, praise Jesus.

An image of her special ointment carefully incased within a special container had her looking off to where her secret little lab was.

‘Desire Divine results over physical, limited results.’

Shock resonated through her, and she found her mind being directed towards a deeper understanding of it.

Divine Results are eternal, but with our physical eyes we are striving to see the physical results, which are limited.

The precious teachings continued to flow through her mind as the Lord privately sifted through her thoughts. Jacey’s eyes closed, you love us more than anyone else, and you will always want a thorough, long-lasting healing. A specific healing, which is individually geared to our specific needs.

We are turned towards your favor, and not what our fleshy minds strive to believe, which is for you to turn things to our favor. No, you love us way too much to ever allow that to happen. That is a wrong thinking that can twist, turn, and block so many things, which will cause us to stumble even more in the flesh, and block us from the provision you are intently trying to hand us.

And not all Divine results are manifested in ways that our physical eyes can see.

After a few more moments of digesting that, Jacey giggled. And that right there is the root problem of so many things, isn’t it, Jesus? Please heal that within me, and take me through whatever I must go through in order to obtain that. I am yours, and you are mine. Healing is the children’s bread, and as I actively dwell in you, I have no choice but to receive healing, because that is a part of you.

You heal and right all things that are wrong as I actively establish you as reigning Lord in every aspect of my life.

Your responses, or results, are Divine, and always exist. You always respond to me, because I am your beloved child, a created being, specifically created by you. I exist for you.

You knew me even in the womb.

Jacey rubbed her forehead as the tension grew. I feel the healing your words and revelations release, but I also can recognize that there is a portion where my mind is a mangled mess. I look forward to learning more as you heal that problem. I will learn from this experience, which appears to physically be a failed experience, but I know you, and so nothing I experience can be a failure. Despite what our physical eyes see, and our ears hear.

I am at peace only because if it was your will for me to see Jason, Abba, it would have taken place.

Her heart twitched, and tears rolled down her face while she inwardly fell against her Savior, letting all of her heartache out to Him. Oh Jesus, to have finally been able to see his face, or hear his voice. I keep seeing him as my beloved brother, who had battled all things for my honor. But then again, how would that be to see him in that type of restricted environment? Handcuffed and with shackles. A pain so intense clawed through her and Jacey quickly shook the image and thought off.

Her eyes lifted to the ceiling, It’s just that there are so many other things locked up inside of me, begging to be satisfied by just a few more quick minutes of being in Jason’s presence again. Even if it would be just for one minute.

But if it is not to be, you will heal every single issue and need regarding that.

Regretfully sighing, Jacey firmly stopped thinking on what could have been, and instead focused on what was. My Abba, it is no longer my will, but yours that matters. Mine is dead, and forsaken. Only you know what I truly need.

It was your will for me to go there, and although my mind thought it was because he would finally accept a visit from me, well, not even that matters anymore.

The only thing that matters is you, Jesus.

Abba, this is your world, although you have allowed men to have limited power in it, and in their minds find themselves reigning, this is still your world. Your power infinitely reigns, and that can never change, it is you, the Great I Am, He who has created all things.

Her heart rapidly beat at how much her mind and life has undeniably changed. I never thought this was possible, Lord. I was so naive in my definition of prayer. Prayer is not just me asking or telling, and then waiting for you to physically do something, and change something. It isn’t feeling like I am locked into a questionable environment, where I am unsure or insecure about the outcome. Praise Jesus. Holy Spirit, you have miraculously changed my thinking, allowing me to know and be aware of the difference. Prayer is so much more than what I once thought it was.

Jacey’s smile lifted, I never before realized that it could change even more from that connection. But it has. It has become an environment where you are always present. It is a fully open, communicating connection with you, where I actively know you do respond. And I wait for you to respond.

Prayer is so powerful, it brings your spiritual victory into our physical world as we remain fully united with you, and fully secured by the Holy Spirit.

She humbly raised her hands in worship, I never dreamt it could be like this, my Savior. Thank you so much!

And I deeply know my brother loves you. I know this, because as a child he loved you! So many times we had secretly talked together about dreams you had given us, which had amazed us both so much. And so many times we talked about how we knew things before even our parents did! But if he could have just been more aware of you than anything else, and had learned at a younger age that just praying to pray, or to obediently recite something, is so far from what it really is...

Oh Jesus, teach him now, do what needs done. He will not see me, but you are always there. The Mystery of the Gospel, Christ within us.

An image of her brother, Jason, rose in her mind. Jesus, may he read my letters and cards I continue to send him. May he see the love portrayed in my eyes in the pictures I have sent him of me. I love him, and always will, may he be able to see that in how he needs to. Clean his spiritual ears so they may hear your whispering instruction and love, Abba, so that he will confidently know that you love him more than anyone else ever could. Show him how our spiritual lives are so much more important than our physical lives.

Her heart physically hurt, Jesus, to know Jason was living in peace despite where he has to physically reside would mean so much to me. To be able to know that his gaze is set eternally on you, instead of eternally away from you would be powerful medicine for me!

‘El Shaddai.’

Her breath caught and the beautifully sacred name imprinted itself directly on her heart. Jacey’s eyes slowly closed, Amen! God Almighty, you love your beloved creation way more than anyone else ever could. You are the only one who can truly teach Jason to understand. Her hand fell to her chest, because you created him, you know him, even from the womb. Just like me, and just like how you have done for me. Oh, Jesus, all of those years I was living behind a closed door from you. There is no way I could ever do that, ever again!

You are too alive, too active, and way too precious. Secure me Holy Spirit, I could never comfortably breathe in an environment like that again. Keep the door open!

‘The door is gone.’

The finality of that statement rang in her ears as Jacey excitedly stood and lifted her hands in worship. Praise Jesus! The things of the spirit are so much greater than that of the flesh. The flesh is limited and has a time limit, because you love us that much. Had you not limited our time, we would completely destroy all that you have created.

The spiritual world is infinite and will eternally exist.

My Abba, my body is fully sacrificed, fully yielded, and, again, I will affirm that I welcome you into every single aspect of my life. Flow forth through me, allow me to be that fully open vessel.

Her eyes closed, may your reigning power overflow, and continue to guide me to not accept anything in my life that is not in line with you. Her hands spread out wide, as she pictured everything within her fully opening up to her Abba.

A few moments later, knowing it was already almost midnight, Jacey picked up her fallen bag and as she unpacked, she continued talking to her Jesus.

Give me strength, my Lord, tomorrow comes way too early. May the rest that I am able to receive be sufficient for this living temple of yours. I actively dwell in the House of the Lord. Placing her laundry in its bag, she smiled, Oh Jesus, I do love you. I can’t look at the failed attempts and think of it as a failure. You would never guide me into failure.

She allowed that thought to take root, and as the Holy Spirit intimately taught her on the power of that last statement, she got ready for bed. A few minutes later she curled up under the covers and heavily sighed.

I can’t see the victory right now, nor can I see favorable results. But that is alright, because I will continue only looking at you, and you are all that truly matters, Jesus.

Chapter 2

Two more dozen. Just two more.

Praise Jesus.

Stretching her neck while the exhaustion flowed through her, Jacey closed her eyes and continued focusing all on Jesus. You strengthen me. Moment by moment, you strengthen me. And today is such a wonderful example of that.

"Jacey! What in the world is going on?"

At her boss’s harsh whisper, said between obviously angry, clenched teeth, Jacey’s eyes jerked open and at the same time asked, What are you talking about?

Christina’s eyes rolled back as she expressively pointed behind her towards the dining area of her small bakery. Her mouth opened to speak, but then just as quickly shut. Her arm came down and angrily rested on her hip while her eyes questioningly narrowed and she slowly stated, Please tell me you are not still dating him.

Who? But the moment her words left her mouth, she instantly remembered, "Oh, Gary?"

Christina amusingly sighed, "Who else? It isn’t like you have had a heavy dating schedule. I mean, it isn’t like..."

Holding up her hand and rolling her eyes right back at her hilarious boss’s failed attempts at trying to jab in that nonchalant message to her, Jacey couldn’t help but laugh. "You are too funny. Turning back around to finish filling the cupcake pans with the last of the batter, she simply stated, And... No. We aren’t."

Christina’s mouth scrunched up, "Okay, well, regardless of the fact I cannot wait to see you actually dating someone, I am so glad it isn’t him any longer. Because if it was him, then I would tell you to go out there right now so you can catch him in the act."

Her hand stilled, Catch him in the act of what?

"Flirting with my new waitress, more specifically... Christian loudly growled, slammed her paperwork down on the counter, and began to wash her hands, My little cousin. I mean, he really has some nerve."

Jacey amusingly sighed, and while shaking her head, she pointed to Christina, "Gary is single, Christina, and no, she is not your ‘little cousin’ anymore. Rachel is a college student, as well as able to handle any man that shows an interest in her. Believe me, she does know how to handle herself. Laughing at the memory, she looked at her boss when she snorted. I’m serious. I saw how she dealt with a few men just this morning, already trying to get her to put her phone number down on their to-go boxes. It was hilarious! How she did it while still maintaining respect and dignity was priceless to see. And praise Jesus she is good at it, because she is very beautiful and so I am sure it may happen quite often."

Groaning, Christina sarcastically replied while pulling down a new stack of small boxes, "Yippee. That is all I need right now."

Laughing, Jacey happily worked, but as her mind recalled what was actually happening, she suddenly stopped and frowned. Automatically, her thoughts began to take inventory of the feelings running through her. What’s wrong, Jesus? Am I happy, or sad?

Her eyes looked up from what she was doing, and rested on the door that led out to the dining area. I’m both. I feel happy and relieved that I may not have to awkwardly explain that I don’t want to go on another date with him, but then on the other hand I can’t deny the fact that my fierce grip on this spatula is way too aggressive.

I’m not jealous, I’m just... Visibly swallowing, she began to stare at the spatula she held. Jesus, it’s absurd, I know I’m not. How could I be? Her mind rested, waiting.

‘It is the quickness in turning.’

Her breath instantly released, that’s it, that’s what it is. That’s why. It is the ease at which his interest shifted away from me and unto someone else. She began to think more deeply as the Lord led her to, it really is unnerving. Although I have found out my interest was not in Gary, but it was in having someone waiting on me, or spending time with me, it still physically hurts.

She also could not deny the relief that he had moved on, though. Jacey visibly shuddered just thinking about how he had callously handled her the day before she had left to see her brother.

Trying to get the remaining amount of batter into her cupcake scoop, Jacey smiled, you heal me and fill me in amazing ways, Jesus. Something like that would have eaten at me for days. But with Rachel? Her eyebrow distinctly arched and she pointedly looked over to her boss. Christina, Rachel has to make her own decisions, trust not in her decisions, but in her relationship with Jesus. She loves the Lord, and the Lord will guide her, He will make sure she hears Him. It won’t be easy, but she will learn.

Placing the spatula down, Jacey continued, "And