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As much as I want to live my life at the moment, I am surrounded and surmounted with things that aren’t aligned with my ultimate purpose. I believe in order to execute a goal thoroughly, we must first have a plan, or at least a way to eliminate all of the distractions. The ebb and flow of energy throughout the world right now is tragic in the least, and taking care of ourselves is so important.

Let’s put our attitudes on the back burner for a second, let’s forget our beliefs and our plans that we’ve had for months on end, let’s forget about our fears and neglect the things we love to do for a better cause. What is your better cause? Do you want to see your family succeeding? Do you want to make sure you have food to eat? Do you want to make that move, and do you want it to be perfect? I know I sure do. But there are many steps to getting to where you need to be when you have life coming from all angles. Angles like depression, stress, insecurities, secrets, angles you want to stand from shouldn’t be faulty. And although we go through bouts with these things, of being without what we deem needful, we often can act and say things out of character with our true self. In this world, it only takes a few words and actions to get out of character forever. Passions can run deep when the weight of the world falls down on you, and this can be sticky energy. I am only one person, but I feel so very deeply for the ones suffering and the ones who have less than I have. It is very important to care. It’s important to leave the judging up to God.

Lately, I’ve been diving deep into my history. There isn’t a critical point I can explain this far other than knowing within me is all of the God’s, all of the Goddesses, all of the light and darkness within, and all that nature ever was and ever can be. My passion today is to make one more step today in the right direction, weather that be personally or impersonally. It doesn’t matter what ties my heart down to this purpose, it matters that I do what I can to reach something, anything in the act of admitting that I am one person and so are you. A lot of you fight for yourselves, for your loved ones, for what you believe in, what you live for, and that is perfectly okay. But when are we going to stop fighting with each other and begin, hang in hand, fighting for each other? This is important, these times are the times you want to be alive. Your precious soul is living in the Golden Age, the perfect time to be alive. Don’t submit yourself to one body, you can easily connect to bodies whom you’ve never met and they will feel that same energy. When you focus on love, love comes around. When you focus on God, he comes around. His son died for you, and he lives in you. It doesn’t take religion to believe that, but it is the cornerstone of faith. Faith is believing in something you can’t see, but you can feel. Can you feel yourself rising into awareness as I write this, or is something holding you down? I just want to know someone can see me and accept me for who I am. I am just one woman, but I am deeply embedded in the heavens when it comes to my heart. I am deeply in tune with what I want this life to be now and forever more. I look around in this life time and I just hope that with the faith of a mustard seed, someone can feel the love that I feel when I talk about what makes me happy. Peace, love, unity and respect make me happy. Mutual understanding makes me happy. Light makes me happy.

I have been conformed in darkness since I was a child and I had to outgrow that. It was a choice, but it was also a survival instinct. When you’re staring through the eyes of a youth and you can cognize what evil is more clearly than love, you find yourself in alms with nature and all of its beauty. You find the invisible claims that create so much pain within you. You submit until in your mind, you find a way through. There is no way out of this darkness of the cognitive mind, only through. The beautiful, terrifying, insidious, and hopeful journey through will not look normal, it will not look fun, it will not look sane, or real, or even possible. It will look like a nightmare, it will look like hate in all of its many forms, but it will have glitches of love, and desperation, and hope, and need for God. We need God. I don’t care how old you are, you need this light as much as I do. Although they say perfection is a facade, this walk with God is perfect. It exists, you exist, and you exist to walk in this light with God. Whatever darkness is ailing you at the moment, just remember the 23rd Psalm, the cornerstone of the Bible for me personally.

Psalm 23(1-6)

“The Lord is my Sheppard; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

In my search throughout times, of all the amazing wisdom The Holy Bible condones, and although people may argue that it contradicts current times, or it supports things they don’t see eye to eye with, it is a book of life and this verse was written and repeated and repeated some more for anyone who needs something in life, really try to fall into this message. The Lord is my Sheppard, I shall not want. I shall not want anything that is not in God’s will for me. I shall not want what others have. I shall not want what I’m not ready to accept. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He gives me an abundance of Nature. He brings life to what was once dead, in due nature. He gives me a place to rest my head in a time of chaos and he allows me this peace of mind. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the path of righteousness for His name’s sake. He removed the darkness from my soul. He took away my chains that we’re binding me to my old ways. He searched me out and found that my heart was pure and he searched my intentions and found that I was love, too. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Although I am only one body, I have the Lord and the heavens in my body. The light I embody is love. The Lord goes before me in my waking, in my sleep, and every breath I breathe. Although I am blind, my eyes are of the Lord. Thou preparest a table for me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with oil; my cup run over. Although this road is very straight and narrow, it is divine. Although I have not the material, I have the spiritual, the divine, the infinite within my heart and within my minds eye. My wisdom comes from no less than the Lord himself, and for this I am blessed. Surely grateness and mercy will follow me all of the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. So blessed me, to those who listen to his kind words and understand his reassurances, because he means them for you, too. The more you lay down you darkness, the lighter you will feel.

As This is just my personal interpretation of the 23rd psalm, as it has been sticking out at me for several weeks now. I feel a joy that is insurmountable with anything else when I feel like I am at one with God. It does no good to place a label upon this, nor religion, or conspire to dismantle the course of what someone’s heart yearns for. This is not for one, but for any who want it. It cannot be held, but withheld in the soul. It is a precious stone, a treasure to be kept. The work done for it is priceless, and it will take you on high.

Will finish later.

Mʏ ᴄᴜᴘ ʀᴜɴɴᴇᴛʜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ.

Several weeks ago, I got the urge to become more one within my Self, the truest Self that I know; the one that I surrender to when I need to feel closer with the purpose of my heart. Back in 2017, when I was twenty years old I experienced something life-altering. In the midst of my trip, as I was dancing along to the music at a silent disco in Austin, Tx. I was gazing up at the full moon with a prayer in my heart, a beat flowing through my ears and a plastic circle in my hand when Nature’s sudden flicker in my Eye went out from me. This experience, is summed up to the best of my capable understanding in the above photo. I have never been able to fathom the proper way to explain the experience because it was to me, a new way of death. In spite of the force, my life is still in my body so far as I know. But this one moment in my life comes into focus more and more; inevitable as it may seem. I know from personal experience that I had to suffer because of this divine moment in my experience, I believe it is a part of who I am. Psychologically— the suffering was strenuous, humiliating, infuriating, heart-breaking, and the saddest state of mind that I have ever known. The suffering that I had to experience put me in so many dangerous situations, so many worlds lived for a moment and left forever untouched. I suppose that suffering taught me how to really love a man. God is a man in this sense, and I have fallen so madly for his hand in my life. To fall all the way from grace into the vine that suffocates our purest, inmost parts. There is a vine connected to us in our lifetime that is evil, and I have been relieved of that vine from gripping my heart into complete heaviness, numb, and ignorant of its very own condition. I suppose this could be called Repentance, a forgiveness from God for all of our sins. The experience of metanoia in that of itself is something from another world. I’m certain, you can experience what I’m depicting if in your heart, there is a space for wandering into higher realms. This is not unrealistic, but we grow into one another without even realizing it. It can’t help but happen. My thoughts are going to be the result of something other than myself, and so are yours. Think long and hard before you go out into this world holding these thoughts in your mind as your own, treating them as if they are a result of your own free-will. Think about how vast the opportunity for original thought could be if you take that small little space of willingness and apply it to something higher. It is not unrealistic, yet it is hardly respected even by those who know it is true; it works better than anything else in this life. It is called faith in God, and it comes to each one of us personally. It is our choice to be faithful. God will match your effort with equal pleasure, you need only remain aware of your surroundings and the body in which you encompass. I’m telling you that I have experienced things in this life by the hand of God, and they will always remain unexplainable because they are so personal. The gifts that God will give you are so true to what the Bible explains. Disregard your personal religion for a moment, and read a chapter in the Bible. You might find this tedious but there are valuable things you pick up from reading it. You stay to these lessons and in time you begin to actually see them transpire in the exact form and fashion that they we’re told of. How shallow is human kind to dismiss the miraculous divine. How un-alive are the dreamers who can envision the memory of something natural, and then die to a new day. It makes no sense to me now that I know I am blessed to walk with God. I have a very quiet life as of lately, and I do all I can to maintain the peace around me. I admit, my life is far from perfect right now. My actions are far from perfect, but I am inclined to make it known that I am aware of my fuck-ups. I know in my heart that if I was really practicing obedience, I would resist from using curse words. I know that there was a point in my student-Teacher experience where I was heeded not to curse (especially in my literary work) because it gives off the impression of arrogance, it causes the reader to loose respect for the writer, it sounds unintelligible and it is unkind; therefor unworthy of being spoken. If I want to do something with my writing, and if I want Gods hands all over it then I know obedience is a key to moving forward. This is as simple as knowing what is told to me by Spirit and allowing that truth to guide me into my ways. No matter how minuscule, random, or annoying the request may seem; it comes into our subconscious before we are given the chance to argue. Once we find ourselves arguing or acting against this impulse urging us to withhold from acting on something, or saying something then we are being defeated. We need not create more and more defeat once we know that obedience is effective. I stand by my belief in God and my love for life grows into this beautiful experience that is given with grace from on high. I am thankful for my individual experience and in no way do I worship myself.
“There, there child…”

My goodness, would you imagine the relief I felt in reading this. When I really begin to learn about love, I become more accepting of my initial impression towards my soul mate. I do believe they exist, and personally, I feel that it would be worthwhile to coexist with mine, consciously or ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʙᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜs. I have realized something about the tired soul, that when it needs peace it will go to the place that gives it peace and it will rest in that place. In a sense, I too, have a special place for my soul to rest. It is inevitable, so I do recognize it for what it is and to that extent I honor it with joy. To know that God loves us so much, to be so kind as he shows us how to love ourselves and one another. Whatever brought my soul into yours is so beyond anything I could control, but I tend to imagine these things in a perfect world. This world is full of thoughts that aren’t ours, but if I have Christ in my heart then nothing will take me out of your view. Isn’t this so? I’ve fractured my own literature once again, because I have merely discerned the difference of voice and thought as it comes from within with such a perspective that I myself can only let it be, that is what my eternal wisdom is telling me; and in a moment where I put to practice this newly received word with new faith, stronger hope, and sound understanding. This is for other’s to understand, too. If I can be of help to anybody, then let it be. I’m conscious of the light within me and the better part of my mind knows from experience that I have been given the power to move others into action with my words, and to attempt is just as much a fascination as allowing the words to sway me beforehand. Am I wasting my force by speaking these things outwardly? Could I better apply these thoughts? I ask myself because in the depths of everything I have ever known, I want this one to know.

Wʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs...

If I blow my mind this much, I can only hope that you will be as equally baffled by the patient application of words that I have ressurected. It is from a deep place that I come to share in my experience, and although it is not my concern as to what others may think; I do care to help others think original thoughts. These thoughts of mine are original, but once again; they are not mine. Nothing in this world belongs to me, and in understanding this I know that I would rather understand real, true, ᴇᴠᴇʀʟᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

As ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀs ᴘᴀss ᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ I ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ ᴏғ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ; ɪᴛ ʙᴇғᴀʟʟs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀᴇsᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀʙʟᴇ. Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʟʏ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇs, I sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Wʀɪᴛᴇʀ; ғᴏʀ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴜs ᴛᴏ ɢʟɪᴍᴘsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʀʀᴏʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛs ᴛᴏ ғɪx ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴɢʟᴇ. Tʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴏʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀᴀʀᴛ, ɴᴏʀ ɪs sʜᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Aʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟs, ɴᴏʀ ɪs sʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ. Eᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ, sʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ “ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴅʏ“ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴅ. Tʜɪs ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ɪs ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴɢᴇɴᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴠɪᴇᴡɪɴɢ Gᴏᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ sᴇᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ʏᴇᴛ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. Sʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴀᴛᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ sᴏʟᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ ʙᴇʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. Sʜᴇ ғᴜᴍʙʟᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄᴇᴇᴅs ᴛʜᴇᴍ; ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜʏ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇs, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜʏ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ. Wʜᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴡᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ᴡᴏʀᴅs. Aɴᴅ ᴀs ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴄᴀʟʟs ᴜɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, sᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴇᴀɴ sᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ғᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ’s ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs.

I’m digging profusely at this point, and even though I sense the need for a break, I feel myself on the verge of tying that knot too tight, pulling that string too hard, creating the inertia that I once considered to be of good help in my efforts to accomplish something. The only thing inertia does for me now, to my understanding, is waste so much beautiful force. Due to my rushing along in thought, failing to be more careful in the approach of wisdom I have recieved, I have failed to listen and I can understand that now. I am gracefully tampering my thought with practice. My thought dialogue in all of its esscence is this right here. There shall be no shade amongst the tree that feeds me of the divine, because I crave something of God that literally forces out of me reasons to go on, reasons to apply original thought, reason to believe that I can create more original thought, ans thought leading into more original thought from others.

Higher education

Is it considered an emotional reaction if I decide to start saying exactly what’s on my mind in order to aleviate my soul from this experience? Is it that I can be a “one of a kind“ person if I just ask myself for a moment, who am I? Is it possible that I’m not necessarily addicted to anything, rather, I suffer the result of decisions I’ve made and can no longer stand to think of any attachment that is costly to my well being; and in realizing this about myself, is there going to be something else I can question? Here’s one. How about confessing that in my lowly state, I can think of nothing more that I would rather be doing with my life that trying to feel this right here, now. This moment where I can either cry my heart out at the situation or turn it to the Light. Realistically, I know that this isn’t what it’s suppose to be, but there is fire within and I am falling short of a clue to give. I have disgraced myself only by thinking that I was ever less than Love. I am learning the language of my heart, that which has never truly been mine to keep, because I give it away.

I find myself in transit for what seems to be like the first time in a long time. As much that I have received in terms of guidance from the Universe, I am still identifying with situations out of my control. This will be the third time that my car has simultaneously needed one thing or another. How stressful can this be for someone who has nowhere to be? I must soften my emotions in order to realize what God is showing me, otherwise I am only going to hurt myself. I rely on my vehicle more than I do God sometimes, I admit. As I say this, it sounds kind of ridiculous because I’m actively trying to accomplish something. It is all in my head, for now. I rely on my vehicle as a past time because it soothes me, it sings to me, it takes a backseat to my problems. I’m being honest about this, I can see why this might be an opportunity for me to learn something. I have taken for granted my ability to take myself from point A to point B. I never stay at point A and I never arrive at point B, but the probability of me ending up in either place is equally improbable. As comforting as it is to have that luxury, I have put most of my weight on the accelerator and my vision is forcing it’s self into a higher consciousness. I know that my human self has a difficult time staying in one place and being still. I know that I drive away from a lot of things that I better off face, and I am arriving in this space. I hold on dearly to this ounce of patience the Lord has given to me as I know this is very minuscule in the grand scheme of things but wasting my time being frustrated would be a huge mistake. I feel that if I allow frustration to get the best of me, then I become other things and it grows into something I can’t afford. I can’t afford to fix my own problem and I know this very well, but I can also look back on the past several times this has happened and look to where my time was replaced, and I can not be unhappy about that.

I thrive in an environment where I have all the things I need to feel at home. How has this world taught me that I need things to feel at home? I thought that home was within our heart space. I mean that, what happened to us? I know I’m not the only one who is guilty of letting the small stuff get to me. We are prone to it every now and then, but what about now? Are we prone to dealing with the underlying cause of this mass confusion? I look around and I most definitely see and feel something I need to change within myself, but the thought of bearing it alone haunts me. I am not here to talk about YOUR process and YOUR way of life, but it seems rare these days to find another who ever wants to talk about Him.

Who is He? This passionate, profound and surreal enigma that we are at the mercy of. We must be fools to think that we can make it without leaning on somebody. The misconception here is how you lean on them. Now, if you are one of the lucky ones then you have probably suffered the realization that no matter how you lean on another to characterize your soul, what matters most is who you are turning to when you are by your self. I have the urge to complain, thoughts force their way into my mind and I try to weigh each one out on an equal balance, because I know they all have an opposition that needs to be considered as well. I am confounded with difficult feelings and I have very little control of the things I can understand, so believe me when I say that I don’t blame you for not understanding. These words, do they mean something? Is there anything else that I can focus on that I know I can say without hesitation about the way we deal with divine order? I croak at the notion that most human beings are okay with this, because they have been taught to agree with what is ultimately going to cause them the most pain and loss in life. I have so much I want to express, and I’m going to say it because it would be a disservice to hold onto it. If I alone am experience this much friction, where I can merely think to hold onto the subject of a single example of something we can all agree to talk about, my mind and the words I speak come out in a different direction. I suffer knowing that no one agrees on any thing right now but in knowing that I suffer, the Lord carries me.

Tʜᴇ Lᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇs ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇs Yᴏᴜ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ. Iᴛ ɪs sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ Gᴏᴅ. Tʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇʀɪᴠᴇs ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ. Wʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ I, ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴏᴅ Hᴇ ɪs; ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇғᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ? Aɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟs ɪᴛ’s Sᴇʟғ ɪɴ Us, I ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇɴᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ɢɪғᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ. Wʀɪᴛᴇʀs, ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴇǫᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Dɪᴠɪɴᴇ Sᴇʟғ. Yᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪsᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘɪʀᴇ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇʟғ. Tʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ɪs sᴏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ɪɴ Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏғ Gᴏᴅ. Sᴘᴇɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴜɴ-ᴡɪsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. Tʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴅs ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs sᴄᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. Cᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ? Is ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴍᴀss ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜɪs. I ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴘʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Lᴏʀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴜɴᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ. Nᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪs ɪᴛ sᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ɪᴛ ɪs sᴏ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ. Iғ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ; Oɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ Sᴀᴠᴇᴅ, Yᴏᴜ Aʀᴇ Sᴀᴠᴇᴅ. Iᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ, ʏᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. Iᴛ ɪs ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜs, ᴡʜᴏᴍ ᴀʀᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ Gᴏᴅ sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Gᴏᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ Mᴇᴇᴛ Hɪᴍ. YOU MUST MEET THE LORD HALF WAY BRFORE HE TAKES YOU THE WHOLE WAY. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴄʀᴜᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ɴᴇxᴛ. Yᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇғᴏʀ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ. Wᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ.

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