The Sound Of Tears

MY EMOTIONS

Papa God, I hate how disease or difficulty causes the mind to go so deep into self-seeking attitudes and yet maybe, maybe it is what I lacked that caused the problem; not tending to the body which houses Your Presence. But this thought of needing more intense care and then the struggle of what that would look like and if it is available; what a difficult visual.  

I’m reaching out as I sort through this, for Your wisdom. I can have all the human care on earth and be miserable without knowing I am well seated in Heavenly Places from wherever my body finds itself at. 

I lean in to trusting for today rather than expecting today. I slow down my agenda with Your help on how and with what, and take on that Yoke that is easy… Your Plan now and eternally. 

I continually yearn for Your still small Voice that breaks through every barrier I may have built. The Way that takes my weary into soaring again; hearing beauty is the greatest experience to savor. For I have never heard Your Voice that did not expand my heart with pure and powerful love. I become drenched in a substance of life; words that live and bring in new. 

I’ve tripped over Your love as I ran toward sorrow, but Your wonders fill me with divine. I am grateful.

YOUR EMOTIONS

I’ve cried, oh yes. My tears are powerful. They extend mighty mercies for My own. 

Having paid the price does not mean wisdom births iron stone hearts for war, but souls for healing. The sound of tears carry love messages to all the earth, I Am. 

The steps toward tears are the moments most misunderstood by my child. For love carries the wants of kingdom journeys but the ears of hearing can disrupt according to each fall not discerned. 

A baby spits out their first bite of food of unfamiliar consistency, but a loving parent will continue to scrape up what was discarded and try lovingly placing the nutrient substance again in the pathway for growing strong. 

Feeding my children… I Am.