The Dream cont.


Why You wouldn't look up? 

Why would you not look at me?


You wouldn't be seen as... that

What I would have misinterpreted as You

That day


That is the only reason 

Your heart was completely for me in that dream


No pride on Your part

none at all

Just a sure and steadfast

I AM NOT THAT WAY

and I won't show up the way 

you saw Me then. 


Instead, You have shown up in so many other ways

Until

I can not see You as the imposter anymore

not as an abuser anymore

I do not mistake You as an enemy

quite as easily 

anymore


"I do not push the door in."

Oh, yeah, that was me. 


20 years later....

So, working through my absent father issues one day I thought about this dream again,

the image of the knight, Jesus, kneeling but still not looking at me still painful.

Now I see, it is also my belief from my absent father, he didn't see me

he didn't answer when I cried.

"I don't want this anymore!"  bursts from me.

and in it's place, the prodigals Father,

the running, 

the lifting up his skirts with no concern for his image 

the hugging me, 

I cannot even stand up

This is so needed.

Keep and more please!


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