Why Earth

MY EMOTIONS

Father God, I acknowledge You as the wonders of all people; the Voice of the beginning! How strange it is at times to search within and find the concerns of one not remembering her heritage. Why is the heavy heart such a show-stopper? Why must I seemingly allow it to dry up my thoughts into spurts of deadness?

As my heart climbs out to view my troubled rubbish, I plead to find Your rain. Your Kingdom only sends what I long to watch grow and produce. My hope is stayed on what began as an infant where I wasn’t even aware of my desires, only to be with love. Nourished in the safety of my exploring moves, I climb about.

As I find my soul being rocked by the Spirit’s tender move upon me, I stop my search and live in now. Continuing to run through thoughts and motion but with eternity working as gifts of walking in the substance of You. Angels here! Witnesses of beauty (You) here! And there as white as pure comes, Jesus welcomes me. The essence of His smile sends a melt-down of all worries into the unknown. I ask my questions like a child, without dread of answer or fear of rejection… Why earth dwelling? Why not, why can’t I stay here? Isn’t this home, earth a baby sitter who doesn’t love me? Why is my name Charlotte? Why am I given toys when I only want here? Are You my mom and dad? Why am I crying? Why do I find such a release of troubles spilling far, far away from me, as my tears tumble in Your Presence? What is happening to me?

HIS EMOTIONS

The dance you are living is Me dancing in you. I pull from everlasting and send the joy of who I am upon the weary and strong. I tell my story within the hearts of my creation. I hold the beginning in the now. A Song began and you, my child, are a Writing upon my heart before you knew me. 

Your name has the ring of Heaven’s eternity; for the voice inside you (unheard as human) has power to make the float of your admiring eternal voice give perfect pitch to the choir of hosts. This is why praise is not written by the decay of human flesh, but by the inner voice you have been given. Praise and honor might spill from the leaking hardened heart, but only falls to the earth as flesh dies and renews. Whereas tears cultivate these thoughts and send before Me a prayer of hunger for Truth. Making ready the soul's acceptance of Heaven while on earth (a single part of Path). 

Earth is not your home and never has been. The Path holds your future and your past and I Am the beginning. The beginning is held within Me. You are in My beginning and what is happening to you is My beginning and end, Now. 

MY THOUGHTS

Many years ago God spoke to me while I was in the Colorado Mountains. Looking out a glass door of the massive mountain and its beauty covered in snow He spoke with a firm un-turning attitude to me. He said He has "given me a honeymoon not written by man… fix my eyes on Him." This continues to be intriguing to me in ultimate hunger to its beautiful knowledge and action for me. I see from this encounter today, God my Father assures me my honeymoon comes from the inner voice and not a flesh expression. The writing has His encounter with my own personal language of love given. This is call intimacy!