Love You Jesus! I give my heart to You. You have everything I could ever want! Help me Jesus to be whom You call me to be. I bow before You feeling that I am no one special that You should grant me anything, but I also know that You love me enough to go through intense pain and suffering to cleanse sin from me. I know I am the daughter of a King whom I worship and adore. Just know that I will for my life to be led by You every moment of every day. Holy Spirit come indwell me with all Your power; lead me that I may live a life pleasing to You, my God!
"Come I will lead you Mary “There are ways thru the wilderness you do not know.”
We walk. Sun gets hotter; dusty ground burns thru my soles; stones on the path try to turn my ankles to pain. We always face attacks of all kinds from the enemy.
Where are we going Holy Spirit, or is it too soon to ask?
“Trust Me Mary.”
The wind begins to blow. It’s a little refreshing until I’m breathing in dust. Rounding a bend I see a hole in the rock face. . . it's old empty tomb. Knowing my Guide, it must be Jesus’ tomb from which He arose. I look in and it's abandoned. There’s no angel, only some old cloth.
He's gone from here. Do I not look forward instead of backward?
You always move forward, Mary, having knowledge of the past.
"How can you see the future if the past is not honored?"
The empty tomb signifies that Jesus rose from the dead; the tomb is empty now. Where is He?
Sitting at the right hand of the Father.
Yes, but more important~ is He also in your heart? Have you invited Him in?
Yes, my Lord, I have invited Jesus to come be Lord of my Life!
The trail continues upward ever upward. Tiredness pulls down my energy; muscles burn from fatigue. It’s a painful journey, and my breathing is beginning to be strained. The sun is setting; day is ending. Jesus is faithful. I see a cave with a small fire lit outside the opening. Rest. Ahh, finally there is rest. I make my way there; dumping off my gear I collapse on a rock and lean back against the wall. Eyes almost closed in sleep; then I ask, “where did this all come from?” I see Holy Spirit ‘face’ smiling in the reflected fire.
You are so good, Holy One! Thank You!
Indeed, He is always with us to provide what we need!
When life grows weary, and pain knocks at the door, what do you do? Remember Jesus and His body bloody from the cruel scourging? Meditate on your own pain? Offer God the pain to use. . .
As my Mom lay close to death, I watched the hospice nurse pull away the long bandage that packed her bedsore. When it was all out I saw bone. Somehow I knew she was offering up this suffering for one of us. How does this work? I don’t know, but she was uncomplaining. When my Dad died, it took awhile. He repeatedly would go, then come back. I asked the Lord why it took so long for him to die? Then He asked me, “When did you ever see your father bow down to anyone?"
True, he was a proud man. Then Father God showed me a vision of my Dad, dressed in a glowing white tunic down on one knee like a knight bowing before a king; it was King Jesus also dressed in the same white tunic. My Dad is with King Jesus now, as is my Mom! Did her suffering offered up as her cross to bear for my Dad help His decision to bow before Christ? I do not know.
Matthew 10:38-39 (NKJV)
And he who does not take his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me. 39 He who finds his life will lose it, and he who loses his life for My sake will find it.
How does this Scripture relate to our "life of ease?" Questions today. More understanding required. I love You Lord! Please teach me. And Lord ease the pains of Your children suffering hugely under cruel ISIS.