Master? You have planted the seed of faith in my soul to expect avocados to materialize in my trees against all odds. By the same token? You have ingrained in my soul to live behind the glamor of the world and head for brighter grounds.
- Power To Head For Brighter Grounds …
- Power To Live Behind The Glamor Of The World …
- Never Before The Power Was Mine!
Well? O My Master! This Is My Worry/Fear/Free Second Day …
Sunday, November 15, 2020 at 3:32 pm.
It is estrange. Something I have not experience before. A sense of security. A powerful sense never experienced before. What is it? The actual sense of Your Presence within the deepest chamber of my heart.
- The winter is just now beginning—cold and rain, but!
- The winter in my soul has ended.
- Once again O my Beloved You speak and say to me the written words in the Song of Solomon.
Song of Solomon 2:8-15 AMPC+
[Vividly she pictured it] The voice of my beloved [shepherd]! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills. [Joh_10:27]
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind the wall of our house, he looks in through the windows, he glances through the lattice.
My beloved speaks and says to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
So I went with him, and when we were climbing the rocky steps up the hillside, my beloved shepherd said to me
O my dove, while you are here in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock, in the sheltered and secret place of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
My heart was touched and I fervently sang to him my desire Take for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards of our love, for our vineyards are in blossom. End of quote.
Crystal Pure Love. In My Human Capacity? Beyond My Grasp …
Sunday, November 15, 2020 at 11:38 pm.