Thought this morning about going to twice a day posting; one in the morning and one at night. I love this time. Some times I get so lost in love that I remember that I am not here in the Holy Wild so I can write about it, but I am here so I can be with my Father. So I can lean on the arm of my Beloved.
There is such life in Holy Surrender. Maybe I can plan to write twice or more daily, but I am not sure it is possible. Just sitting here with the Spirit of God makes it difficult to write.
All of me that wants to write anything for the writing or the being read gets strained out, as the center of me that adores Christ passes through the veil. I get to sit here in the presence of God, and then what gets written has less of me in it.
I am learning that what is disabled in the Presence is the flesh that can not go any further. What I find of me beyond those moments of fuzzbuzz is what has been purified. In the nineties I used to cling to the God-buzz. Now it is time to be grateful for it, and move on through the filter.
There is no room for my flesh in the garden. It just draws flies. Thank you Father for drawing me. Thank you for satisfying me. Thank you for being the Truth
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