Journey Out of Hiding

  What does my heart look like?   Prompt form Rivers in Eden book by Eden and Bradley Jersak It took a couple of prayers of working through some issues first. Then we're back to talking face to face again. So I return to the prompt. I allow a view to form of  my hearts yard in my minds eye. T here is a focus on a spot of green grass and I know there is a something underneath it. I've agreed to be in the excavator with Jesus, not blocking the path this time. I think it's big and reaches into everything, but I don't feel like you agree. I feel like that is the pessimist in me thinking the worst, everything is always insurmountable you know.  But you say, "take another look, with My help".  It's just a really big boulder under the surface, and the only problem with it is that nothing can grow here.  I think you will take dynamite and destroy it, then take out the pieces. L ater the point was reminded to me, all I have to do is be like Mary and Jesus, "Ma...

A my Desire strongly yourself Desire God Desire good Desire all that is good and beautiful We were made for this And  we also hold, you do, with us the pains as well The griefs the fears the evils too heavy to bear These we hold  together May it be

I asked you this morning where we would meet today Jesus I didn't know you would wait until the day was almost done No matter, you were with me all along anyway But feeling you, seeing you face to face, that is worth the wait. And You came   I was dealing with a today issue, a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach I was finally at the point of crying it out to you... "This, this!", I was gesturing ,  "this is what I want to give to you, what I do not want anymore."   And I was done, over it the wanting to know what it is or what is causing it  Who cares, be gone!   If, if I just let go. But I need help. You      do      not      mind. And I was reminded of a time, a long time ago  another meeting face to face. You had awakened me to something something precious to me.  I noticed something in my hands, or was it behind my back I kept it very protected, hidden, even from myself I looked at i...

 Here I am, at it again. Again yet, trying to... oops, I am not supposed to say that, damn, not supposed to either, or should as these are death words, "trying, should etc.", condemning all condemning. "Let your yes be yes and your no, no." Simple and just enough. Something I wrote today:  Burden you took Cloak So heavy, from my shoulders It had absorbed into my flesh In my then understanding of 'god' Of life Of Purpose No I have been reminded so many times that it is seeping into old things too Jesus, "My burden is easy My yoke is light" Why would His, Their burden for me be... Heavy? I had buckled under that weight, thought I was getting some great 'gift from god' What were those gifts anyway?  Healer Prophesier etc. etc. etc. Later a whisper upon sleepy lids at my bedside, "May I give you a gift?" And it was always a lessening of my burdens, never an increase Though these came through fire, as it where Past remembered, past set...