Why do you, my child, extend the fruits of my Spirit to every living creature but yourself? Can you treat yourself, a being of infinite value, with
love ...
joy ...
peace...
patience ...
kindness ...
goodness ...
... and gentleness?
I know, you see your sins and weaknesses, you obsess on them and look at yourself through a clouded microscope.
But I do not.
I see you as you are meant to be, as I am creating you to be, as you really are (in the more true reality of eternity) clothed in white and reflecting my Light, glorious and beautiful.
Ask, seek to see yourself with my eyes. Then, and only then, will the eyes of your own soul be enlightened to see others the way they will be.
Whisperings: Conversations between the Spirit and a flawed and fragile soul
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Dear One, Dear One,
"You are troubled and distracted by so many things, but only one thing is necessary." You don't need to prepare anything to come to me. You don't need to serve me. Come, sit here by me, and open the ears of your spirit, for I have much to tell you (Luke 10:38-41). Great and unsearchable secrets (Jer. 33:3), love, and encouragement ... challenges and even rebukes (Heb. 12:6-7). But the things I say will increase your faith, and your ability to love. Indeed, the things you hear from me create your faith, for faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of Christ (Rom 10:17) . And that, my child, is all you need to find rest from your anxieties, distractions and fears.
"You are troubled and distracted by so many things, but only one thing is necessary." You don't need to prepare anything to come to me. You don't need to serve me. Come, sit here by me, and open the ears of your spirit, for I have much to tell you (Luke 10:38-41). Great and unsearchable secrets (Jer. 33:3), love, and encouragement ... challenges and even rebukes (Heb. 12:6-7). But the things I say will increase your faith, and your ability to love. Indeed, the things you hear from me create your faith, for faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of Christ (Rom 10:17) . And that, my child, is all you need to find rest from your anxieties, distractions and fears.
Faith
Listening
More faith
More ability to hear
Fruit
Love
Rest
All you need you will find here, next to me, listening to my words, and in the silence, listening to the beat of my heart with you head upon my breast.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
The Holy Spirit brought me back to this post today. I have begin rushing past Him again. Work and rest are so hard to keep in balance. Perhaps that's because we need to do both at the same time?
Oh precious little one – my beloved child. I am so glad to have you back with me – listening to me in the silence as of old – returning to your First Love.
I have been waiting with such longing to embrace you – but your noise, distraction, and busyness – constant motion – have drowned me out. It is impossible to hear God in the bustle of technology … the constant music – even praise music – You Tube, texting, “virtual” relationships like Facebook or even identifying with television characters (“relationships” which are only imaginary). Too much, just too much: too much Christian service, too much exercise, too much food, too much Bible study and reading. Too much anything.
Silence is the Voice of God – how I jealously long for my children to come to me in stillness of heart and mind, tuning out the siren calls of the multi-media world – and listen – cease striving, and know that I AM God.
The silence I truly long for is silence of the soul.
But it takes courage, for in the silence comes the hunger, woundedness, anger, and pain you are striving to stuff down or escape with the noise, the technology, the “too much.” But only in the silence can you heal.
Sink down into the present moment where I AM. Relax in me as I entice you to come away with me, away from the noise, to lie in green pastures by still waters. In the Silence and stillness I will refresh and repair your soul so that my splendor can better be displayed in your eyes, your touch, and your life.
The noise is like a dirty window, blocking my Light from shimmering and shining through you.
Listen. For the Silence has much to say.
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Oh precious little one – my beloved child. I am so glad to have you back with me – listening to me in the silence as of old – returning to your First Love.
I have been waiting with such longing to embrace you – but your noise, distraction, and busyness – constant motion – have drowned me out. It is impossible to hear God in the bustle of technology … the constant music – even praise music – You Tube, texting, “virtual” relationships like Facebook or even identifying with television characters (“relationships” which are only imaginary). Too much, just too much: too much Christian service, too much exercise, too much food, too much Bible study and reading. Too much anything.
Silence is the Voice of God – how I jealously long for my children to come to me in stillness of heart and mind, tuning out the siren calls of the multi-media world – and listen – cease striving, and know that I AM God.
The silence I truly long for is silence of the soul.
But it takes courage, for in the silence comes the hunger, woundedness, anger, and pain you are striving to stuff down or escape with the noise, the technology, the “too much.” But only in the silence can you heal.
Sink down into the present moment where I AM. Relax in me as I entice you to come away with me, away from the noise, to lie in green pastures by still waters. In the Silence and stillness I will refresh and repair your soul so that my splendor can better be displayed in your eyes, your touch, and your life.
The noise is like a dirty window, blocking my Light from shimmering and shining through you.
Listen. For the Silence has much to say.
Letter to Judas -
You lured me winsomely into your web, a black widow spider. Waiting, accumulating the ammunition of my pain to fire back at me like poison.
You saw me coming, kindness and acceptance to cover your shame, later to find out I was broken and frail (more here.)
Didn’t you know? Only the wounded can heal.
You feasted on me. Thus sated, you spit me out in my agony -- known and rejected..
You lured me winsomely into your web, a black widow spider. Waiting, accumulating the ammunition of my pain to fire back at me like poison.
You saw me coming, kindness and acceptance to cover your shame, later to find out I was broken and frail (more here.)
Didn’t you know? Only the wounded can heal.
You feasted on me. Thus sated, you spit me out in my agony -- known and rejected..
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
My Dear Child,
The grief you feel is my own. Every tear that you cry I store in My bottle in heaven and craft it into heavenly treasure that waits for you. There is no way around the pain, the only way is **through**. Embrace it, feel it, hold it in your heart, and you will be free. Your grief is prayer for your friend's soul and those who loved him. I hear your cries and will answer.
Love Jesus
The grief you feel is my own. Every tear that you cry I store in My bottle in heaven and craft it into heavenly treasure that waits for you. There is no way around the pain, the only way is **through**. Embrace it, feel it, hold it in your heart, and you will be free. Your grief is prayer for your friend's soul and those who loved him. I hear your cries and will answer.
Love Jesus
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Lord I come before You, destitute of your Holy Spirit who is far from me. My own soul is a desert landscape devoid of your holy presence. All that remains is flesh filled with anger and resentment and toil and despair. My heart is stone locked in bitterness. I come to You my Sculptor and ask You to chip away at my marble heart to free your good creation inside the stone, a living statue filled with Your Breath.
I do not want to eat the fruit of going my own way -- no never! Yet I am not willing to die or live for you. This yieldedness is an impossible effort for mere mortals. Only you can sustain me and grant to me a willing spirit as Your gift of mercy. And this I ask of You believing that whatsoever I should ask in Your name, according to Your will, shall be done for me. Amen.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
My dear, angry child,
Do you think that if you rage at Me I will respond in kind? Imagine the most loving person you know, would that person rage back at you? Am I not infinitely more kind? Is my ego to be damaged? Do I thrive on your approval? Is a parent offended by a toddler's tantrum?
If you do not begin at a point of honesty, you cannot move on toward change and healing. Discard your pretense and theology. Replace them with candor and transparency, for you know I see through the impostor to the lovely creature I have created in you.
Come. Breathe. Speak. Listen. Yield. Heal.
With infinite lovingkindness,
Your Abba
Do you think that if you rage at Me I will respond in kind? Imagine the most loving person you know, would that person rage back at you? Am I not infinitely more kind? Is my ego to be damaged? Do I thrive on your approval? Is a parent offended by a toddler's tantrum?
If you do not begin at a point of honesty, you cannot move on toward change and healing. Discard your pretense and theology. Replace them with candor and transparency, for you know I see through the impostor to the lovely creature I have created in you.
Come. Breathe. Speak. Listen. Yield. Heal.
With infinite lovingkindness,
Your Abba
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