Come, come My child come on a journey with me, a journey deep in your soul.
I was made to follow You....up..up the Mountain of life.. to bring You joy.. but for me to live.....
What is my Mountain Lord? Where is the beginning?
It is a place in your heart, a desire, a longing you keep passing by.. Embrace the journey. Follow me up the path. The journey might not be what you want or expect..but I see the whole picture. Look see it through my eyes as I look at you. I see all of you....what you can accomplish, what you were made for. But most of all what I dream for you. My hopes for you my dear child.
I wonder, can I do it? Will I make it? Do I have it in me? The hope, strength and perseverance. But then You are there all the way..helping me along. When I doubt You come with hope and show me Your heart of acceptance. You provide joy so I can know your heart. You provide peace so I would know no fear. You provide a desire in my heart so that I would never loose track that You have made me to live out more and more of You.
Lord, yes...lead me up this Mountain of you desire for me. You are my strength so I can take it step by step. When I'm weak You are strong strengthen me with Your kind smile. In Your eyes I can see myself the way You see me. I dream of living in fullness of joy and peace...Like a little child wiggling with their toes in the wet sand at the beach, or play with the sunlight falling through their fingers. Knowing the smell of the first rain touching the dry dust....
You only need to be My child. Find your place of rest in My arms...knowing that I am.
I want to see more, hope more Lord.
There in Your heart where the pain touches your eyes...there I want to be too My child. There there on My Mountain it will be provided. I am all you need, come...come on the journey do not hold back..
Give Me your heart.....
Oh no! Staring at the dirty, dusty blurry heart shape mirror in my hand. I can't even see my face. How can I offer my heart? But the sadness, loneliness, unforgivenes are consuming me....I can no longer...
Focusing on His eyes of love I held out the dirty, dusty little heart shaped mirror. There is such grace, forgiveness in His eyes. Gently he wipes my heart with His hand...gently but thoroughly. Graciously He offers it back to me. With anticipation and fear I look upon the mirror of my heart. It is shining pure and clean, sparkling with joy.
I looked and looked again...it is not my face reflecting in the mirror.....but Yours Lord! There in the distance in my little mirror of my heart I see the cross standing.....On the Mountain of the Lord You always bring the outcome....Your Cross...
