Born Dead To Talk And Talk And Endlessly Keep Talking About Life?

O my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah/Yahushua You spoke to my heart on the morning of August 8, 1985. You said to me at that moment:

“I have been shaping you into a vessel, a beautiful vessel to hold flowers, beautiful flowers of love.  These flowers are not yours; they belong to Me and I give them to whom I please: you are only holding them as they sit in the water of My love with which I have filled you.

“You cannot give out these flowers on your own, because you are only a vessel holding them; but I will send you those to whom I have given the flowers you are holding; some will pick just the flowers from you, and some will pick you up, and use you to bring good news and cheer to others.  Rest in Me and hold My flowers.

“Do not put your own flowers in that vessel of yourself; because they are the flowers that wilt and don’t last; but the flowers that I am letting you hold will last forever.”

And what kind of flowers are those Father?  I asked. And You said to me:

“You are only the vessel to hold these flowers and you need not to know what kind of flowers they are, again I say, rest on Father and just know that you are holding MY flowers and not your flowers.”

Then You spoke to me a second Word to answer my dilemma at that time. I asked, “Father? Are You trying to tell me to quit looking at what I do and what I say and just to rely on You that what I am saying comes from You and what I am is what You are working with and that You are in control and to quit doubting everything because it doesn’t fit exactly with what I think and what I reason to be Okay, Father? And You answered me,

“I am not trying to tell you. I am telling you. I am telling you just that.  You look, you wobble, you go back and forth like a seesaw because you are taking your eyes off of ME.

“Even in your typing that is what is happening to you, you take your eyes off the master copy to look at what you are copying. You are being self-conscious.

“Fix your eyes on Me, I am your Master, I am in control, relax, I have taken your yoke and done away with it, now take My yoke, for My yoke is easy.”

Father, help me! I pleaded. And with Your infinite patience You told me,

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