My child,
My children,
you are so beautifully;
so wonderfully made;
body,
mind
and spirit
in equal measure.
And yet it grieves Me
that the spirit
is so often
locked away
in a little corner,
forgotten;
ignored;
quashed
by the mightier forces
of body and mind;
brought out
on rare occasions
as if ‘to perform’.
But the spirit
is gentle.
It does not push.
It does not seek
to dominate;
to override.
It needs time.
It needs space.
It needs encouragement
from the body and mind
for it to flourish.
So, My child,
My children,
I ask you now
to let your Spirit
fly free.
Give it time.
Give it space.
Give it encouragement
to develop.
Do not let the body
crush it with restlessness.
Do not let the mind
override it with other thoughts.
Let it be.
Let it sing through your lips.
Let it speak through your mouth.
Let it hear through your ears.
Let it love through your heart.
Let it grow
in knowledge
and in truth
through your mind.
It will grow strong
if you nurture it;
strong enough
to carry you on eagles’ wings
to the very gates of heaven
where I dwell.
And there you will begin to know Me;
begin to know as you are known;
and you will never want to look back.
My child,
My children,
I urge you now
to set your spirit free.
© Kathleen Wilks
To Be
My child,
you are frustrated
because you cannot ‘do’.
But
you are missing
one of my greatest gifts -
time.
So many of My children
long for
this gift.
They rush around
filling all their day
with ‘doing’.
They are tired and weary
and they wonder
where I am;
why they cannot find Me;
why they cannot know Me;
why they cannot see Me;
get in touch with Me.
I want My children to ‘be’.
Just
to ‘be’
first of all.,
and then
to ‘do’.
I want My children
to spend time with Me;
to get to know Me;
to share with Me;
to speak;
to be silent;
to love;
to ‘be’
in My presence.
This is the greatest thing
I ask of you at present,
My child.
As
a mother and her child
enjoy
a time of togetherness;
a time of talking and sharing;
of question and answer;
of discussion,
within a framework of love;
So, My child,
do I long
to have such a time
with you.
A time apart
when you are not rushing;
when your mind is still
and you can hear Me;
when your eyes are not darting here and there
and you can see me.
And so I wait
each day
for this time;
longing
for you to come,
My precious child.
© Kathleen Wilks
you are frustrated
because you cannot ‘do’.
But
you are missing
one of my greatest gifts -
time.
So many of My children
long for
this gift.
They rush around
filling all their day
with ‘doing’.
They are tired and weary
and they wonder
where I am;
why they cannot find Me;
why they cannot know Me;
why they cannot see Me;
get in touch with Me.
I want My children to ‘be’.
Just
to ‘be’
first of all.,
and then
to ‘do’.
I want My children
to spend time with Me;
to get to know Me;
to share with Me;
to speak;
to be silent;
to love;
to ‘be’
in My presence.
This is the greatest thing
I ask of you at present,
My child.
As
a mother and her child
enjoy
a time of togetherness;
a time of talking and sharing;
of question and answer;
of discussion,
within a framework of love;
So, My child,
do I long
to have such a time
with you.
A time apart
when you are not rushing;
when your mind is still
and you can hear Me;
when your eyes are not darting here and there
and you can see me.
And so I wait
each day
for this time;
longing
for you to come,
My precious child.
© Kathleen Wilks
Pilate
It was so easy
to be brutal.
Everyone understood
brutality.
It was what made the world run.
It was what kept us in power.
(where we deserved to be.)
No-one got anywhere
by being ‘soft’.
There was no doubt
that we were superior.
But ‘they’ didn’t think so.
‘They’ had such a high opinion
of themselves.
‘They’ looked down their noses
at us.
‘They’ claimed to be
The Chosen Race.
Huh!
We,
I, would sort them out.
I would put a stop
to this attitude.
I would win.
I would show them
who was boss.
Any wrong-doing;
any transgression
and they would pay.
Like I said -
everyone understood
brutality.
And then I heard of
this man;
this preacher
who was gaining disciples.
He intrigued me.
For a start
he didn’t condone violence.
And, if that was true,
he couldn’t possibly be a threat
to me,
could he?
I couldn’t fathom
his game plan.
And what was more intriguing,
his own leaders
had turned against him.
Well,
let them deal with him,
and then the problem,
if there was a problem,
would be solved.
I was not going to lose sleep over it.
But then,
quite out of the blue,
the ‘problem’
was put firmly in my lap.
To keep the peace
I agreed to meet ‘them’.
And that is how I came face to face
with this man;
the ‘problem’.
Anyone less like a troublemaker
would have been hard to find.
Amidst all the anger;
the hatred,
he just stood there.
He was calm.
He didn’t seem overawed.
He wasn’t rebellious.
He was an enigma
and, despite myself,
I wanted to find out more.
So I questioned him.
I challenged him.
I gave him every opportunity
to defend himself.
I think I wanted him
to defend himself;
to plead with me;
to beg.
But he didn’t.
He just stood there
looking at me;
looking into me even.
It made me uncomfortable.
But,
as I reminded myself,
I was in charge.
I am in charge.
I have the power
and
I will use it.
© Kathleen Wilks
to be brutal.
Everyone understood
brutality.
It was what made the world run.
It was what kept us in power.
(where we deserved to be.)
No-one got anywhere
by being ‘soft’.
There was no doubt
that we were superior.
But ‘they’ didn’t think so.
‘They’ had such a high opinion
of themselves.
‘They’ looked down their noses
at us.
‘They’ claimed to be
The Chosen Race.
Huh!
We,
I, would sort them out.
I would put a stop
to this attitude.
I would win.
I would show them
who was boss.
Any wrong-doing;
any transgression
and they would pay.
Like I said -
everyone understood
brutality.
And then I heard of
this man;
this preacher
who was gaining disciples.
He intrigued me.
For a start
he didn’t condone violence.
And, if that was true,
he couldn’t possibly be a threat
to me,
could he?
I couldn’t fathom
his game plan.
And what was more intriguing,
his own leaders
had turned against him.
Well,
let them deal with him,
and then the problem,
if there was a problem,
would be solved.
I was not going to lose sleep over it.
But then,
quite out of the blue,
the ‘problem’
was put firmly in my lap.
To keep the peace
I agreed to meet ‘them’.
And that is how I came face to face
with this man;
the ‘problem’.
Anyone less like a troublemaker
would have been hard to find.
Amidst all the anger;
the hatred,
he just stood there.
He was calm.
He didn’t seem overawed.
He wasn’t rebellious.
He was an enigma
and, despite myself,
I wanted to find out more.
So I questioned him.
I challenged him.
I gave him every opportunity
to defend himself.
I think I wanted him
to defend himself;
to plead with me;
to beg.
But he didn’t.
He just stood there
looking at me;
looking into me even.
It made me uncomfortable.
But,
as I reminded myself,
I was in charge.
I am in charge.
I have the power
and
I will use it.
© Kathleen Wilks
Judas
I thought he was a man
after my own heart -
a rebel-rouser;
a crusader;
a man I could look up to;
a leader I could follow.
He had it all -
charisma;
oratory;
people skills.
Yes.
He was the man.
He could lead us
to victory.
So
I joined his group.
I became his disciple.
I watched
and
I waited
with increasing anticipation.
I could see his strategy,
his plans.
To be sure,
they weren’t the same old
tried and tested plans
but, then again,
these old plans had failed.
Something new was needed.
He saw that
and I admired him for it.
I didn’t quite see
how it would all work
but
he seemed to know what he was doing.
He seemed to have the confidence.
You should have seen
how he stood up
to the Pharisees;
to the Sadducees;
to the Teachers of the Law.
Wow.
This was revolution.
This was exciting.
First the Church.
Next the Romans.
Then the world…
I so wanted to be part of it
and
I was.
So what,
I kept a little money
for myself.
Just insurance.
Just for a rainy day.
One had to be prepared.
One had to look after Number One.
That was always the first rule;
Always understood.
And anyway
the others didn’t seem to object.
At least, they never mentioned it if they did.
And then
he started talking
about going to Jerusalem.
There was a new determination in him
and I knew
this was it -
the climax;
the beginning.
A new world beckoned.
The atmosphere became
tense;
apprehensive
but
exciting.
We entered Jerusalem
and
all the people rose up
shouting;
singing
Hosanna;
Hallelujah…
Yes,
this was it.
Onwards
and upwards.
But then
it all changed.
He started going on
about dying;
about death.
Had he lost the will to fight?
Had his courage failed him?
Had he admitted defeat
even before he had tried?
No.
No, no, no!
He couldn’t stop now.
I wouldn’t let him.
He needed spurring on.
He needed provoking.
He needed stirring into action
one last time.
I thought of a plan.
Who were his worst critics?
Who hated him most?
- the Chief Priests.
I would go to them.
That would make him fight.
Surely,
that would make him rise up.
I will go tonight.
© Kathleen Wilks
after my own heart -
a rebel-rouser;
a crusader;
a man I could look up to;
a leader I could follow.
He had it all -
charisma;
oratory;
people skills.
Yes.
He was the man.
He could lead us
to victory.
So
I joined his group.
I became his disciple.
I watched
and
I waited
with increasing anticipation.
I could see his strategy,
his plans.
To be sure,
they weren’t the same old
tried and tested plans
but, then again,
these old plans had failed.
Something new was needed.
He saw that
and I admired him for it.
I didn’t quite see
how it would all work
but
he seemed to know what he was doing.
He seemed to have the confidence.
You should have seen
how he stood up
to the Pharisees;
to the Sadducees;
to the Teachers of the Law.
Wow.
This was revolution.
This was exciting.
First the Church.
Next the Romans.
Then the world…
I so wanted to be part of it
and
I was.
So what,
I kept a little money
for myself.
Just insurance.
Just for a rainy day.
One had to be prepared.
One had to look after Number One.
That was always the first rule;
Always understood.
And anyway
the others didn’t seem to object.
At least, they never mentioned it if they did.
And then
he started talking
about going to Jerusalem.
There was a new determination in him
and I knew
this was it -
the climax;
the beginning.
A new world beckoned.
The atmosphere became
tense;
apprehensive
but
exciting.
We entered Jerusalem
and
all the people rose up
shouting;
singing
Hosanna;
Hallelujah…
Yes,
this was it.
Onwards
and upwards.
But then
it all changed.
He started going on
about dying;
about death.
Had he lost the will to fight?
Had his courage failed him?
Had he admitted defeat
even before he had tried?
No.
No, no, no!
He couldn’t stop now.
I wouldn’t let him.
He needed spurring on.
He needed provoking.
He needed stirring into action
one last time.
I thought of a plan.
Who were his worst critics?
Who hated him most?
- the Chief Priests.
I would go to them.
That would make him fight.
Surely,
that would make him rise up.
I will go tonight.
© Kathleen Wilks
Let Me help
You are all
such little children
and
I love you.
I love you so much more
than you can understand;
so much more
than you can grasp.
Whenever I see you
hurting,
afraid,
upset,
lost
My heart goes out
to you.
I am standing before you now
hoping,
longing
for you to run
to Me
for comfort,
for strength,
for guidance,
for love.
But
you do not come.
You turn away.
Still
I stand before you
longing
for you to let Me
embrace you,
hold you,
until
the anger,
the pain,
the sadness
subsides.
O My children,
My child,
will you let Me
hold you?
Will you let Me
help you?
I am standing before you now.
I am only
a word,
a whisper,
a heartbeat
away.
My heart is breaking
as I see you
curled up
into yourself.
My children,
My child,
I am standing before you now,
with open arms,
waiting.
c Kathleen Wilks
such little children
and
I love you.
I love you so much more
than you can understand;
so much more
than you can grasp.
Whenever I see you
hurting,
afraid,
upset,
lost
My heart goes out
to you.
I am standing before you now
hoping,
longing
for you to run
to Me
for comfort,
for strength,
for guidance,
for love.
But
you do not come.
You turn away.
Still
I stand before you
longing
for you to let Me
embrace you,
hold you,
until
the anger,
the pain,
the sadness
subsides.
O My children,
My child,
will you let Me
hold you?
Will you let Me
help you?
I am standing before you now.
I am only
a word,
a whisper,
a heartbeat
away.
My heart is breaking
as I see you
curled up
into yourself.
My children,
My child,
I am standing before you now,
with open arms,
waiting.
c Kathleen Wilks
Christmas
Come.
Come to the stable
and
see My Son.
Do not stand
at the entrance.
Come in.
Come among Us.
Join Us.
Join in
Our celebrations.
This is
My Son,
born today.
He is
My Gift
to the world;
My Gift
to My people;
My Gift
to you.
He is
everything
to Me;
He is
part
of Me;
He is
Me.
And
I give Him
to you.
Do what you will
with Him;
love Him,
hate Him,
despise Him,
ignore Him.
It is your choice.
My longing
is that you choose
to love Him;
to cherish Him;
to bind yourself to Him
for in so doing
this will bring you
more
than you could ever dream of;
joy,
such joy;
peace,
such peace;
love,
such love
as you have never known.
He is
My Gift
to you
today
and
I wait for your response.
Will you
accept My Gift?
Will you
accept Him?
© Kathleen Wilks
Come to the stable
and
see My Son.
Do not stand
at the entrance.
Come in.
Come among Us.
Join Us.
Join in
Our celebrations.
This is
My Son,
born today.
He is
My Gift
to the world;
My Gift
to My people;
My Gift
to you.
He is
everything
to Me;
He is
part
of Me;
He is
Me.
And
I give Him
to you.
Do what you will
with Him;
love Him,
hate Him,
despise Him,
ignore Him.
It is your choice.
My longing
is that you choose
to love Him;
to cherish Him;
to bind yourself to Him
for in so doing
this will bring you
more
than you could ever dream of;
joy,
such joy;
peace,
such peace;
love,
such love
as you have never known.
He is
My Gift
to you
today
and
I wait for your response.
Will you
accept My Gift?
Will you
accept Him?
© Kathleen Wilks
God's Gift
Come
and see
the Gift
I have
for you.
I know
you think
that I don’t care;
that I have forgotten you,
but
you are wrong,
so wrong.
I will show you
just how deep
My love is
for you.
For now
the time is right
for it to be
revealed.
Come
with Me,
My child,
and let Me show you
how much
I care;
how much
I love you.
It is dark
on the way
but
I will guide you.
Just trust
Me
and soon you will see
light.
Then,
when your eyes
become accustomed
to this light
you will see
My Gift
to you,
My child…
Can you see
Him,
lying there
in His mother’s arms?
so small;
so helpless;
so vulnerable,
and yet
this;
this
is My Son,
My beloved Son.
He is so like
Me;
so like Me
that
He
is
Me.
Go on,
do not be afraid,
reach out and
touch Me.
Give Me
your hand
and feel
how I respond.
Open your arms
to receive
Me.
Hold Me close.
Look into My face.
Look into My eyes.
Look hard;
look long;
look deep.
Let Me see
all your doubts,
all your fears
disappear.
Keep looking.
My gaze
will not waver
until I see
the light
of understanding
in your eyes;
until I see
My love for you
returned.
And hold Me.
Hold Me tightly
to your heart.
Do not let go
until
I have felt it melt;
until
I know that it is Mine;
until
you know that we are
forever joined;
forever one.
Stay.
stay in this place
until you know
beyond any shadow of doubt
that
this is My Gift;
My Gift
to you,
to say
I love you.
© Kathleen Wilks
and see
the Gift
I have
for you.
I know
you think
that I don’t care;
that I have forgotten you,
but
you are wrong,
so wrong.
I will show you
just how deep
My love is
for you.
For now
the time is right
for it to be
revealed.
Come
with Me,
My child,
and let Me show you
how much
I care;
how much
I love you.
It is dark
on the way
but
I will guide you.
Just trust
Me
and soon you will see
light.
Then,
when your eyes
become accustomed
to this light
you will see
My Gift
to you,
My child…
Can you see
Him,
lying there
in His mother’s arms?
so small;
so helpless;
so vulnerable,
and yet
this;
this
is My Son,
My beloved Son.
He is so like
Me;
so like Me
that
He
is
Me.
Go on,
do not be afraid,
reach out and
touch Me.
Give Me
your hand
and feel
how I respond.
Open your arms
to receive
Me.
Hold Me close.
Look into My face.
Look into My eyes.
Look hard;
look long;
look deep.
Let Me see
all your doubts,
all your fears
disappear.
Keep looking.
My gaze
will not waver
until I see
the light
of understanding
in your eyes;
until I see
My love for you
returned.
And hold Me.
Hold Me tightly
to your heart.
Do not let go
until
I have felt it melt;
until
I know that it is Mine;
until
you know that we are
forever joined;
forever one.
Stay.
stay in this place
until you know
beyond any shadow of doubt
that
this is My Gift;
My Gift
to you,
to say
I love you.
© Kathleen Wilks
Valued
My child,
I will
use you
in ways that
will bring joy
to you;
to Me;
to others.
Why do you doubt
that I will do this?
There is such need
in the world;
such need.
The harvest is ripe.
The harvest is plentiful
but the labourers;
My labourers
are few.
Why would you think
I would not use
you?
It may not be
in ways you
expect;
understand;
even
are aware of
but
you are so much
a part
of My plan
that it would be
incomplete
without you.
My child,
why would you ever think
you were
not needed;
not valued?
In My kingdom
all are needed;
all are valued;
all are precious
beyond price.
My Son
died for you.
Is that not enough
to convince you
of your worth
to Me?
Relax.
Do not strive.
Seek only
to stay close
to Me
and
let Me
work in you
and through you.
I have used you
in ways you may never know.
I am using you
now
and
I will use you
in the future
if you stay close
to Me.
Let My words
flow through you
and
they will not return to Me
empty.
My child,
just be yourself;
be the person I created
and
do not doubt.
© Kathleen Wilks
I will
use you
in ways that
will bring joy
to you;
to Me;
to others.
Why do you doubt
that I will do this?
There is such need
in the world;
such need.
The harvest is ripe.
The harvest is plentiful
but the labourers;
My labourers
are few.
Why would you think
I would not use
you?
It may not be
in ways you
expect;
understand;
even
are aware of
but
you are so much
a part
of My plan
that it would be
incomplete
without you.
My child,
why would you ever think
you were
not needed;
not valued?
In My kingdom
all are needed;
all are valued;
all are precious
beyond price.
My Son
died for you.
Is that not enough
to convince you
of your worth
to Me?
Relax.
Do not strive.
Seek only
to stay close
to Me
and
let Me
work in you
and through you.
I have used you
in ways you may never know.
I am using you
now
and
I will use you
in the future
if you stay close
to Me.
Let My words
flow through you
and
they will not return to Me
empty.
My child,
just be yourself;
be the person I created
and
do not doubt.
© Kathleen Wilks
Never alone
You do not travel
any journey
alone.
There is no time
when
I am not with you.
There is no time
when
I leave you
to fend for yourself.
Even when
it is very dark;
even when
you feel
lost;
abandoned,
I am there.
I go before you.
I go behind you.
I go beside you.
We cannot be separated.
I am with you
and
you are with Me.
Does this not
give you confidence?
Does this not
give you peace?
If it does not
then
it is because
you do not truly believe.
Be still awhile
and
dwell on these truths.
Let them
sink into your very being.
Let them
become part of you.
Then,
and only then
go forth;
go forward
from this place
with joy.
My beloved,
I want you
to know
this joy.
© Kathleen Wilks
any journey
alone.
There is no time
when
I am not with you.
There is no time
when
I leave you
to fend for yourself.
Even when
it is very dark;
even when
you feel
lost;
abandoned,
I am there.
I go before you.
I go behind you.
I go beside you.
We cannot be separated.
I am with you
and
you are with Me.
Does this not
give you confidence?
Does this not
give you peace?
If it does not
then
it is because
you do not truly believe.
Be still awhile
and
dwell on these truths.
Let them
sink into your very being.
Let them
become part of you.
Then,
and only then
go forth;
go forward
from this place
with joy.
My beloved,
I want you
to know
this joy.
© Kathleen Wilks
Fear not
My child,
you see before you
a mountain;
a mountain
that is
too high;
too steep;
that is
unconquerable;
insurmountable.
Listen
to Me.
Listen again
to My words:
If you have faith
even as small
as a mustard seed
you can say
to this mountain,
move,
and it will move.
Do you believe this?
Do you believe
that I can do this?
Do you believe
that I am willing;
that I want
to do this,
for you?
I do not want
to see you
afraid
and anxious;
unable to move forward
because of this mountain.
Put your hand
in Mine
and trust Me.
I can see
the path ahead.
It is neither
too high
nor too steep.
It is neither
unconquerable
nor insurmountable.
It is just
part of your walk
with Me;
a new part;
an exciting part.
Come with Me now.
Walk forward boldly.
I promise you
that,
once we reach
the other side,
you will be able
to look back
with joy.
© Kathleen Wilks
you see before you
a mountain;
a mountain
that is
too high;
too steep;
that is
unconquerable;
insurmountable.
Listen
to Me.
Listen again
to My words:
If you have faith
even as small
as a mustard seed
you can say
to this mountain,
move,
and it will move.
Do you believe this?
Do you believe
that I can do this?
Do you believe
that I am willing;
that I want
to do this,
for you?
I do not want
to see you
afraid
and anxious;
unable to move forward
because of this mountain.
Put your hand
in Mine
and trust Me.
I can see
the path ahead.
It is neither
too high
nor too steep.
It is neither
unconquerable
nor insurmountable.
It is just
part of your walk
with Me;
a new part;
an exciting part.
Come with Me now.
Walk forward boldly.
I promise you
that,
once we reach
the other side,
you will be able
to look back
with joy.
© Kathleen Wilks
Take this Bread
Take the bread,
My child.
It is My gift to you.
But
as you hold out your hands
hold out also yourself.
As you uncurl your fingers
uncurl also your being.
Open yourself to My love.
Straighten up.
Stand tall.
You are a child of God;
My child.
I want you to know this.
I want you to be confident
of the place you have
in My heart.
I do not want
to see you
unsure;
uncertain.
I do not want
to see you
withdrawn;
ashamed;
distressed.
I want you to look at Me.
I want you to gaze at Me.
I want you to look
deep
and long
into My eyes;
long enough to see there
the love I have for you;
long enough to let it enter
your eyes,
your heart,
your soul;
long enough to let it burn away
all doubts;
all fears;
all feelings of unworthiness.
Therefore,
as you eat the bread
and
as you drink the wine
take them into yourself
as the gifts of My love;
My love for you
My precious child.
© Kathleen Wilks
My child.
It is My gift to you.
But
as you hold out your hands
hold out also yourself.
As you uncurl your fingers
uncurl also your being.
Open yourself to My love.
Straighten up.
Stand tall.
You are a child of God;
My child.
I want you to know this.
I want you to be confident
of the place you have
in My heart.
I do not want
to see you
unsure;
uncertain.
I do not want
to see you
withdrawn;
ashamed;
distressed.
I want you to look at Me.
I want you to gaze at Me.
I want you to look
deep
and long
into My eyes;
long enough to see there
the love I have for you;
long enough to let it enter
your eyes,
your heart,
your soul;
long enough to let it burn away
all doubts;
all fears;
all feelings of unworthiness.
Therefore,
as you eat the bread
and
as you drink the wine
take them into yourself
as the gifts of My love;
My love for you
My precious child.
© Kathleen Wilks
Trust in Me
I have told you before
that
you do not have to ‘do’
to earn My love,
nor
to keep My love.
It is there,
constant,
everlasting,
available,
free.
My child,
enjoy it,
revel in it,
drown in it.
Let it saturate
your very being
so that
it flows out through you
to others
without you knowing,
without you ‘doing’.
Just being in My love
will change you.
Until you know this,
all I ask of you
is that you
stay still,
stay close,
stay silent.
When you are ready
to move on,
I will guide you.
I will show you
My plans for you,
But for now
rest,
relax
in My presence.
Trust Me.
Learn to trust Me more.
You do not yet trust Me
enough.
Your God is too small.
It is not Me.
It is not even
a small part of Me.
I am
bigger,
greater,
more powerful
than you can imagine.
The desert
is the special place
where you can learn
to trust,
to lean,
to rely
on Me
and Me alone.
Only fear not
for I am Love.
and because of My love
I have led you
into the desert.
See it for what it is,
a special place.
If My Son had to learn this
how much more do you.
What is learnt in the desert
is not quickly forgotten.
And
I do not want you
to forget
this special time.
It will not last forever.
I know that
sometimes
it is hard for you
but I promise
that, in time,
you will look back
and see this
as a place
of blessing,
My blessing,
to a beloved child.
© Kathleen Wilks
that
you do not have to ‘do’
to earn My love,
nor
to keep My love.
It is there,
constant,
everlasting,
available,
free.
My child,
enjoy it,
revel in it,
drown in it.
Let it saturate
your very being
so that
it flows out through you
to others
without you knowing,
without you ‘doing’.
Just being in My love
will change you.
Until you know this,
all I ask of you
is that you
stay still,
stay close,
stay silent.
When you are ready
to move on,
I will guide you.
I will show you
My plans for you,
But for now
rest,
relax
in My presence.
Trust Me.
Learn to trust Me more.
You do not yet trust Me
enough.
Your God is too small.
It is not Me.
It is not even
a small part of Me.
I am
bigger,
greater,
more powerful
than you can imagine.
The desert
is the special place
where you can learn
to trust,
to lean,
to rely
on Me
and Me alone.
Only fear not
for I am Love.
and because of My love
I have led you
into the desert.
See it for what it is,
a special place.
If My Son had to learn this
how much more do you.
What is learnt in the desert
is not quickly forgotten.
And
I do not want you
to forget
this special time.
It will not last forever.
I know that
sometimes
it is hard for you
but I promise
that, in time,
you will look back
and see this
as a place
of blessing,
My blessing,
to a beloved child.
© Kathleen Wilks
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