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Lying in bed you bring a sliver of light to my eyes , I can't see you but I know it's you.
the first thought as I wake up is "Good morning Father"
Thank you for this new day and for bringing me into it .
I take my heart and hand it to Him from beneath the covers of my skin,
Thank you Father for the use of it yesterday , smiling as He takes it from my hand ..interestingly enough, I know Him well enough to see his thoughts meet up with mine . I relax and allow Him to enter into my
Mind.. *I watch as He tenderly looks inside to the thought Wich first brewed .. *, already knowing what I'm thinking ..
He looks at it,takes it in His hand like a master physician and replaces it with a thought He knew I should have in the first place ... *Him loving me instead of the gift..His light *continually envelopes anything dark there..*
The shadows of space now made for Him , won't do..thanks dad I say smiling to Him.. *With His kiss on my cheek and a loving *touch on my shoulder, He makes sure I'm allright first..*
Telling me His infinite love replaces all doubts and casts out fear.will never shame me or find disgust .. He looks at the heart made specifically for me, His perfect creation.. * * * inspecting the shape of it, for my pleasure only .. as what is is already dine not a judging state, but the way a caretaker takes a baby out of a mothers arms. Looking at it like "Whats the babies first need?" He treats it as a fine gift , not a single time looking at anything I've done to it , but instead *the places He might restore for *His *use of it in today. I watch as His fingers run over the muscle , peeking inside to look at the arteries ., checking for places I might have bought a lie ...a master craftsman inspecting *His *design and * the use for *which it is made..*
I've never seen such pure love in hands , or tender care.. I *remember the first time I came to you Dad, when I saw how I had treated a gift *you thought enough of me to have for your use.. *I looked to the ground , He gently lifts my chin , smiling.. telling me " child child , this is the *joy I get..to see" you" *not what's in your hand or what I've given you" they are yours to do with as "you wish", you simply chose to come to me and believe all the promises I have made to you.. You've handed back instead of keeping, therefore there is an exchange in our relationship.. Me your father and you my child ... you don't fear me, you instead trust me and have confidence in all I have said I will be to you.. You habe simply "come" , you did what i have asked you to do.. you have *spent time *to know My yolk, *is that easy..
You traded in what you had for that such is better.. Things the world has given you, *but you decided not to keep..
he takes out his hand and shows me all the thoughts that were roaming around in my head .. I'm showing you this not as a punishment, I'm showing you this so you can see what you traded in.. he enters my mind and reveals each one I traded it in for ..*
Naming them one by one ..
He stands in my mind , His white gown flowing as he examines the infinite space Wich has been handed over to Him..the walls are painted white.. Their color matching His robe. "Dad? Is that their color or is that the reflection of you on them, I ask" *I can barely make out where You begin and they end..
He walks up to my eyes from within ..I close my eyelids like curtains , He whispers in my ear "beloved, open them up, I want to show you some things, how can I if you are not willing? *My hand will never force you"..
in the trust I've come to know, how could I not?"
my body stops breathing , it begins to shake .. I can not move...flesh giving way to Him does funny things, but it doesn't hurt.. Its more like what freedom feels like being bound up by years in the same position.. freedom is letting go and trusting God.
I don't recognize where I am dad, He says "why are you worried? You're with me " we laugh as the realization *is now a reality. Going to places that only exist in very small fragments in the world today .. with Him, the flesh is not needed...I look and He has connected his heart to where my heart once stood.. He is in Me I am In Him.. True beauty that's misunderstood..*
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the first thought as I wake up is "Good morning Father"
Thank you for this new day and for bringing me into it .
I take my heart and hand it to Him from beneath the covers of my skin,
Thank you Father for the use of it yesterday , smiling as He takes it from my hand ..interestingly enough, I know Him well enough to see his thoughts meet up with mine . I relax and allow Him to enter into my
Mind.. *I watch as He tenderly looks inside to the thought Wich first brewed .. *, already knowing what I'm thinking ..
He looks at it,takes it in His hand like a master physician and replaces it with a thought He knew I should have in the first place ... *Him loving me instead of the gift..His light *continually envelopes anything dark there..*
The shadows of space now made for Him , won't do..thanks dad I say smiling to Him.. *With His kiss on my cheek and a loving *touch on my shoulder, He makes sure I'm allright first..*
Telling me His infinite love replaces all doubts and casts out fear.will never shame me or find disgust .. He looks at the heart made specifically for me, His perfect creation.. * * * inspecting the shape of it, for my pleasure only .. as what is is already dine not a judging state, but the way a caretaker takes a baby out of a mothers arms. Looking at it like "Whats the babies first need?" He treats it as a fine gift , not a single time looking at anything I've done to it , but instead *the places He might restore for *His *use of it in today. I watch as His fingers run over the muscle , peeking inside to look at the arteries ., checking for places I might have bought a lie ...a master craftsman inspecting *His *design and * the use for *which it is made..*
I've never seen such pure love in hands , or tender care.. I *remember the first time I came to you Dad, when I saw how I had treated a gift *you thought enough of me to have for your use.. *I looked to the ground , He gently lifts my chin , smiling.. telling me " child child , this is the *joy I get..to see" you" *not what's in your hand or what I've given you" they are yours to do with as "you wish", you simply chose to come to me and believe all the promises I have made to you.. You've handed back instead of keeping, therefore there is an exchange in our relationship.. Me your father and you my child ... you don't fear me, you instead trust me and have confidence in all I have said I will be to you.. You habe simply "come" , you did what i have asked you to do.. you have *spent time *to know My yolk, *is that easy..
You traded in what you had for that such is better.. Things the world has given you, *but you decided not to keep..
he takes out his hand and shows me all the thoughts that were roaming around in my head .. I'm showing you this not as a punishment, I'm showing you this so you can see what you traded in.. he enters my mind and reveals each one I traded it in for ..*
Naming them one by one ..
He stands in my mind , His white gown flowing as he examines the infinite space Wich has been handed over to Him..the walls are painted white.. Their color matching His robe. "Dad? Is that their color or is that the reflection of you on them, I ask" *I can barely make out where You begin and they end..
He walks up to my eyes from within ..I close my eyelids like curtains , He whispers in my ear "beloved, open them up, I want to show you some things, how can I if you are not willing? *My hand will never force you"..
in the trust I've come to know, how could I not?"
my body stops breathing , it begins to shake .. I can not move...flesh giving way to Him does funny things, but it doesn't hurt.. Its more like what freedom feels like being bound up by years in the same position.. freedom is letting go and trusting God.
I don't recognize where I am dad, He says "why are you worried? You're with me " we laugh as the realization *is now a reality. Going to places that only exist in very small fragments in the world today .. with Him, the flesh is not needed...I look and He has connected his heart to where my heart once stood.. He is in Me I am In Him.. True beauty that's misunderstood..*
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