Draining Him Dry

I look outside through the huge high windows and see the world before me as You made it.

            O God.  You are big.

                           -- Yes.  I am "big".  –

            A lot of love.

                           -- Yes.  A lot of love.

            Enough love for you, Little One.

                        You can't drain Me dry.

                        You don't need to worry.

Enough love to go around.  More than you think.

 More than you can imagine.

            I am full of love, full of love towards you.

            It is like a bucket pour waiting to fall down over you,

            only this bucket has no end as far as you're concerned.

            There is no end to My love for anyone.

                        I cherish.

                        Oh how I long to cherish!

                        In My arms.

                                    I want you in My arms.

                        My arms are too empty...

                                    not enough to hold.

                        Bring Me My people, Little One.

                        Be used to bring them to Me.

                                    This is what I want of you,

                        not strictly some "service".

                                    I am glad you care

                        but, I need you elsewhere.

                                    Commit them into My hands and trust Me,

                                                with them

                                                with your "works".

            Oh how you fear "that day".

                        You don't have to fear that day

            for I  will take care of it.

            Indeed I have taken care of it.

            On the cross I cared for it

            and you will have no fear.

You will face Me on that day with tears in your eyes

                                      ... of joy.

            I will not beat you with a stick.

            I will not berate you in public.

                        Indeed I will not berate you.

                        I long to take you into My arms.

                        I long to hold you.

            The longings you feel towards Me are nothing compared to what I feel towards you.  You can't feel that much: it would burst you --

                                                                        even you!

            I know your emotions feel like "too much" at times

                                    but that is okay.

                                    I created you that way.

                        You are passionate

                                    and responsive

            and I love that in you.

            Don't try to hide it.

                        Yes, some people will not like it

            but that is between them and Me

            and I will use it, your passion,

            to rub rough edges smooth.

                        A smooth polished pebble, how nice it feels to hold.

            You are pleasant, pleasant to the ears

            and I love to hear your voice.

                        The road won't always be rocky

                        and I will comfort you.

            A new day… –

Comments

[Beverly]

So lovely! I love when God talks to us in such a soothing encouraging way. Truth is, most of the time he is talking and I'm just not hearing.

[[Pat Kashtock]]

Truth is, most of the time he is talking and I'm just not hearing.

Oh, I know how that is. I need to find my journal entry where He talks about His love falling to the ground like the leaves. It was sad to think of that.

[episcopalienated]

Wow, Pat, what a beautiful poem. As soon as I read it I thought of Blessed Julian of Norwich and this passage on prayer:

"Prayer is not overcoming God's reluctance. It is laying hold of His willingness. This is our Lord's will, ... that our prayer and our trust be, alike, large. For if we do not trust as much as we pray, we fail in full worship to our Lord in our prayer; and also we hinder and hurt ourselves. The reason is that we do not know truly that our Lord is the ground from which our prayer springeth; nor do we know that it is given us by his grace and his love. If we knew this, it would make us trust to have of our Lord's gifts all that we desire. For I am sure that no man asketh mercy and grace with sincerity, without mercy and grace being given to him first."

I've had a difficult week. Thanks for helping me get back on track.

Beautiufl website!

[marlene]

Wow, what a beautiful expression of His love for us. What a gift God has given you to communicate His truth. Thank you for sharing such beautiful words.

[[Pat Kashtock]]

Hi Episcopalienated -- Thank you for the lovely reminder from Julian of Norwich. I had never equated trust with worship, but it seems right. I struggle with being able to trust. I think that is why at times He has spoken to me like this.

I am sorry this has been a rough week for you, truly sorry. I am praying He will lift you up into His arms and keep you there, in His lap, like a child, for a good long while, even as I type.

Prayers and blessings,
Pat

[[Pat Kashtock]]

Hey Marlene -- Thank you so much for the encouragement! Some days my courage seems well, almost nonexistant, and the encouragement helps. :)