The Box

If I give you the little black box

What will you do with it

If you look closely you will see no lid

There’s no key hole

It’s black like obsidian

Solid, heavy

What will you do with it

If I give  you the little black box

Will you out of frustration break it open

Will you crush it under your feet

Will you be surprised to find it empty

No treasure inside

What was hidden there gone

Crushed, poured out, trampled

Another heart dissolved into the earth

If I give you the little black box

What will you do with it

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Love Letters from Jesus: Awaken! Awaken! Awaken!

rose gardenI wait for you my love.  I am outside in the garden calling to you.  My voice rises to your heart calling you forth.  Rush into my embrace of love.  There is nothing purer, nothing greater than my love for you.  You are like a tender child peaking out, looking for me.  Hesitant to run out, afraid of harsh words.  But there is nothing negative in me.  I only come to heal and love you.  I come to restore and maintain your innocence.  Your child like faith is there.  I come to restore you.  Let me touch your heart and bring forth the wonderful treasures there.  Trust in me always to love and adore you.

I see you coming – running through the door.  Your radiant beauty illuminates the garden.  Your song is more beautiful than the birds.  Your scent more pleasing than the roses.  You fill my garden with love.  I love you dearly.  You are my beloved.  Share your heart with me.

Do You Trust Me?

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Father and I have been conversing about trust for quite sometime.  Or it may be more accurate to say, Father has been pointing out truths about trust, and I have been arguing back and forth with myself.  My thought processes and actions regarding trusting Father vacillate following illogical patterns that James describes all to well… a double minded man unstable in all his ways, tossed like waves on the ocean (my paraphrase).

So I have many questions, but no real answers as to why this dichotomy exists, other than what Leif Hetland says, “Deception is deceiving”.  If we let deception infiltrate one area, it will spread and gnaw away at others.  Deception grows.  However, the sword of the Spirit pierces the lies and darkness to reveal Father’s truth and light.  Facing the deception unsettles us.  But we need to be unsettled – at least I do.

The ugly facts brought to light by Father were I trust Him for salvation of my eternal soul;  I am growing in my trust in His healing and divine health;  and I am growing in my trust of His divine protection.  However, I don’t really, deep down trust Him to meet my physical needs.  I find it very difficult to ask for financial blessings and favor.  I don’t really believe that Father wants to open the storehouse of heaven and pour blessings upon me.  I have the religious mindset of getting it the old fashioned way – I must earn it.  And if I don’t continually struggle to keep earning it, then disaster will strike.

I don’t know when or how I will get to that place of trusting Father completely in this area.  I know that I don’t want to continue with a schizophrenic belief system.  My desire to live the supernatural life style, which is the normal Christian life, has not waned.  My heart’s desire is to walk constantly immersed in His presence.  But there exists a level of trust that for some reason I am hesitant to cross.  However, I know the author and finisher of my faith.  He never removes his hand from me.  What He started, He will finish.