Father , you've shown me something today in spirit i don't understand , I receive it , I'm open to you. I just don't get it ... ..you've shown me a field ... With the most fertile dirt, so dark it's almost black .. then I smell it? .. I've never smelled dirt ... what is that about? how can that happen sitting in my house? you then show me in a field, where I'm standing on a Hill , my feet are bare ... I am looking at things that make no sense, but I will look at your word and try to fit pieces together that match exactly what you are revealing... I'm to terrified for it not to be exact .. Scared that it's not really you.. But me..
I know this is to draw me closer into your word .. As well as to you .. What am I doing standing in a field ,, bare feet, looking into a sky where I can see the four seasons, where the daytime turns into night , and the sun shining brightly on the moon? you are showing rows and rows of tended soil, there are people in this field that runs beyond what the eye can see... There are plants that are grown, plants just sprouting , plants not up yet... everyone doing a different thing .. Some planting , some watering , some tilling the soil, some breaking the ground ...some say your gifts are gone .. I beg to differ but keep your
peace ... Instead I silently search through your word .. knowing you will bring the answer .. You have done this to many times to deny or come into agreement with those who challenge it.. It's a silent suffering .. one can fathom .. But in it I see you and do not want the cup passed from me .. But let me hold it with integrity on my hands .. I thank you for this gift .. I
thank you for thinking I am anything worthy of seeing anything beyond the comprehensible only own finite mind... But I've given my mind over to you.. For it to become a place for your thoughts , your journals, your ideas, your room.. I always imagined the walls would be black, since space reminds me of that color... but actually they are white.. So white it's hard for me to tell where you Begin and these walls end.. Or is it the reflection of you on them that have transposed their color?
Becoming a never ending place for you to be ? Thank you for
Loving me, thank you or all you are changing in me.... I will keep my heart open to you always ... Just as you have always done for me..