I am the driving wedge; the separator at work within My body, like a thin veil, creating a division in the midst of My flock.
This sheer curtain creates a wall between those who have decided to dive in all the way to a life of total surrender, and those whose hearts are unwilling to have a more profound relationship with Me (those who don’t see the profit in this kind of intimacy so have become somewhat religious).
Come sit before Me, your King and Father, the Creator of all things, the One who adores you.
Though I sit upon a stately throne draped in regal robes, I have a heart that is always for My children. The seat of My mercy is open and approachable, for I am ever ready to give undivided attention to any who seek Me. I never furrow My brow when a single one comes before Me, giving off the idea that I am bothered. No. When My children stand before Me there is nothing but pure love flowing out towards them, covering the atmosphere in the space we share.
The acrimony felt in a heart cannot be healed on its own from those bitter repinings of inner turmoil that keep a person in bondage.
This kind of suffering usually occurs due to some form of injustice; when a wrong has been inflicted by another and the circumstances were too much to bear. Then, when outward aggression was ingested (taken in from words tempered in anger), it’s as if he swallowed a disease that cannot be eradicated through humanistic treatments. For this one was caught off guard when his life took an unexpected turn and was forced to go an unplanned direction because of the thoughtlessness of another; when underhanded behavior brought about unfair consequences that set him with a disadvantage, causing his heart to be overrun with indignation, for he did not foresee this outcome.
“I supply seed to the sower”…this is a true statement.
Sometimes the seed to be sown is financial, where the sower is challenged to scatter monetarily into the various areas of My house to those ministries and people which I have incorporated into their territory as part of the ground they occupy. But not always in a physical sense (like giving to missionaries or divine works established in other regions), yet the sower is still connected to these co-laborers in a spiritual manner through prayer and supplication, providing ongoing support in the spiritual realm.
There is an avenue inside each man where thoughts are formed, the space where ideas take shape so a man is able to construct words that describe what he is thinking.
This cognitive ability was given to man and was not a result of the evolutionary process, which states that after ages of time man’s mind suddenly “clicked” and the neurons essential to form speech patterns appeared due to some outside stimuli in his environment. So then every individual after this one human being could speak in complete sentences, as if somehow his surroundings pressured his body to reshape and become a better version of the one already in existence. When grunts and babbles transformed into language initiating the first human dialect and from there turned into complex words stemming from this single, random occurrence. Yet, for so many of the most scientifically driven, man’s current state could not have come about any other way.
The frivolities of youth lead a man’s heart away, carrying him off into places unknown, where wild behavior is called “adventurous” and experimentation is seen as a right of passage; for it is thought by many that this is how the younger sect goes about discovering themselves. Then once, after having gotten these immature antics out of their system, they will fall into line, figure out their future and settle down by becoming part of the responsible crowd. Unfortunately, what has not been factored in, regarding this time of excess living, are the wounds that form and the injuries borne because of all the riotous behavior (which is not only expected but has been accepted as part of a young adults life).
What is it that defines a man?
What are the words used to describe who he is? Are the words or phrases colorful, depicting a cheery fellow, or dark and dreary because his disposition seems rather cloudy? What is it about a person who tells others who he is? Is it by reviewing his general countenance, such as his posture or facial expressions? Or something beyond his physical appearance, maybe those things he owns? Or is it his career, how he makes a living? What are the key elements which speak out to others, that give someone the voice to say, “This is who I am”, so that when another thinks of him, there is no question about his identity regarding the “type” of person he is?
Isn’t there a meaning behind each person’s name? When a name is chosen for a child, isn’t the meaning something considered, thinking that when this term is spoken out loud it will shape the child’s identity, and play a part in who they will become?
Down to the ground, he sank, his knees buckling under the strain he suffered as sorrow and grief took control of his heart, devastated by the sudden news he had received.
Without planning for its appearance, sadness stepped in at that hour, bringing dark tidings with an improper introduction, giving no advanced notice or early warning, nothing to signal heartbreak would be coming. Absent of manners, pain rushed in taking over his world like an unwelcome guest, as one not well received, yet with plans for an extended stay, hoping to remain for quite a while.
Remember the days of yesterdays past when life was simple and carefree; when brilliant sunshine would send bare feet scampering for the door, unconcerned by mussed hair and misshapen clothes. For to grab every minute of the day’s golden rays was set as the highest priority, and the only burden came from knowing dusk would arrive before it was welcome. Yet, always hoping the sun would forget he needed a rest and be pleased to continue beaming so the day would never come to an end.
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