Faint Sounds of Earth vs Kingdom

MY EMOTION

Father, good morning as I begin this morning’s directive needs and mix them with the heart's desires. Knowing what each thought decides can map out my emotions, where I might fill in my voids with just hearing but lose my doing. Or with caution, walk in the satisfaction of being alive as You fill the voids with solid food which sustains with the greater abundance of life.

I sit in awkwardness of soul as I caress this time with waiting. Giving me a Room temperature that comforts and calms; sitting in calmness as seconds are counted as precious elevated stories for the walk in Your Kingdom come.  Each one (second) builds to my next for further delicate endings. I sit in calmness for all to shake lose except the vision of Your Face and the circle of witnesses about me.

Talk has become understanding without all I demanded from the alphabet prior. Now, I am satisfied with being. Every Truth is mine and yet I do not push for my mind to understand. I sit in calmness. The faint sounds of earth are only the setting of a table. I am feasting from it from a heavenly realm.

The existence of all You made take on a different purpose. Seeing is arranging. Arranging is sorting through the air (life) as the organizer of mastery. Structure comes from the abundance of beauty, as the building forms Your love into its story.  You break me from the hurry and into the points (seconds) of tasting what and why I was created and how You enjoy me. To see from Your Eyes all the angles designed to accomplish what You started as I continue to become the single part of a whole.

HIS EMOTION

Trucks carry their load from one place to another. They have been purposely made to be empty so they may be filled. Time on earth is empty to be filled. Taken to another place, my Kingdom come. As each vessel fills its heart with choices and gives or takes, a story is reserved for eternal keeping or discarded weeds. 

Love never fails because it does not stop at the event it is released but it works toward the whole. Love is like the sweat of a hard-working builder... not just the building but the sweat. It is the outcome of the body's work and the joy of the building it is building. To love one another is that hard bodywork toward one another... building and the joy of the building.