Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I, Jesus, see your wounds and I come to you like the Good Samaritan came to the one who had been robbed and beaten, afraid and stripped of self-esteem. Religious people have added to your wounds and passed you by, but I have seen and had compassion on you and stopped. I am pouring Oil and Wine on your wounds and binding them up. Flee the things of earth that will burn like stubble, and indulge yourself in my presence that is as the richest of foods to your soul (Psalm 63:5). Gorge yourself on my Word, and I will reveal my glory of greater pleasure than all the delights of this world. I do not want a religious checklist from you. What I want is for you to love me with all your heart, mind, soul and strength. You are so beautiful to me, my beloved. Come with me!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

My precious child, I adore you, though you know it not. It is beyond your understanding but not beyond the ability of your heart to believe. Trust in my love, the love and sorrow poured mingled down from the cross to wash over you and make you clean, white as snow. All I want is for you to curl up in my lap, surrender to my love and listen to the beat of my heart. Men put value in religious things but they are meaningless to me. What I want is your heart, pure and simple, fully devoted to me. You are a woman of action but I desire stillness and communion. I am your Lover that seeks you with a patient urgency as the one lost sheep, never resting til you are in my arms being carried safely home.

The One who died to love you,
Jesus

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Precious, faithful child. In you I am well pleased. I see you as perfect because of the blood of my Son that washes you clean. Relish in the fountain of his blood pouring over you. My love encompasses you, surrounds you and fills you. Release it to flow through you to others. I have much to accomplish through you. Be still and slow down enough to keep in step with me. Abide in me and you will bear much fruit. I love you and am always with you, though you know it not.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Oh precious one, my beloved. I am with you. I am mighty to save. I have dispatched my angels concerning you. Your cries have reached my ears. I will deliver you, if you but believe. Your prayers have come before my throne. I ride the cherubim to your aid. You have been faithful to me, and I have seen it. You will see my deliverance in the land of the living. Be strong and let your heart take courage. Wait in faith for me. I am coming soon. Be still. I am with you.