Dear Brave Butterfly,
Hi friend - remember as you walk through this day you are deeply loved from up above...
Unconditional
I am here for you
I have always been here for you
You matter to me
I know you
My love is beyond reason
Impossible to contain
Possible to receive
I love you
Nothing can make me stop loving you
My love is unconditional
I will never leave you
I am love
I know you
I love you
I am love
I AM
Monday, January 28, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
The Bridge
Dear Brave Butterfly,
Hi friend! I have a thing about bridges. I am fascinated by how something suspended in the air can connect two things that were previously apart. Bridges are amazing...
The Bridge
I stand here, you over there. We are separated by a gap so vast it seems impossible we could ever be connected. I can feel the gap. I long for perfection in this world. I long for no more hurt, pain, or suffering. I long for a place where evil is gone and love conquers all. I long to be with you in paradise.
You tell me to come to you. You have provided a bridge. But the fog is dense - the pathway not visible to the naked eye. How can there be a bridge connecting two separate worlds? It's not possible. That concept defies logic and the laws of this world.
You whisper: You are right. It does defy logic and the laws of this world. This bridge is not from this world. It's not made by man.
I am puzzled. What kind of bridge is not made by man and can't be seen? If I step onto an imaginary bridge, I could lose my life.
Or you can gain it.
Gain it? How? What exactly is this bridge made of?
One part human, one part perfection. Only human perfection could bridge the gap.
Human perfection?
Yes. Humanness is on one side. I AM on the other. Only "human perfection" could bridge the gap.
How exactly do I cross this bridge?
It's simple. You believe this bridge connects us forever. You take a leap of faith.
I would like to believe it's that easy, but I am remindeded of the gap - an imperfect human on one side, a perfect God on the other side. It can't be that easy.
You whisper back: The path is narrow, but this bridge is available for all to cross. This bridge is my answer to the gap. Human perfection connects us forever. Step onto the bridge and stay on the bridge until you reach the other side.
I decide to take the leap of faith. I step onto the bridge named Jesus. The bridge carries me through this life to the next one. He bridges the gap forever.
Hi friend! I have a thing about bridges. I am fascinated by how something suspended in the air can connect two things that were previously apart. Bridges are amazing...
The Bridge
I stand here, you over there. We are separated by a gap so vast it seems impossible we could ever be connected. I can feel the gap. I long for perfection in this world. I long for no more hurt, pain, or suffering. I long for a place where evil is gone and love conquers all. I long to be with you in paradise.
You tell me to come to you. You have provided a bridge. But the fog is dense - the pathway not visible to the naked eye. How can there be a bridge connecting two separate worlds? It's not possible. That concept defies logic and the laws of this world.
You whisper: You are right. It does defy logic and the laws of this world. This bridge is not from this world. It's not made by man.
I am puzzled. What kind of bridge is not made by man and can't be seen? If I step onto an imaginary bridge, I could lose my life.
Or you can gain it.
Gain it? How? What exactly is this bridge made of?
One part human, one part perfection. Only human perfection could bridge the gap.
Human perfection?
Yes. Humanness is on one side. I AM on the other. Only "human perfection" could bridge the gap.
How exactly do I cross this bridge?
It's simple. You believe this bridge connects us forever. You take a leap of faith.
I would like to believe it's that easy, but I am remindeded of the gap - an imperfect human on one side, a perfect God on the other side. It can't be that easy.
You whisper back: The path is narrow, but this bridge is available for all to cross. This bridge is my answer to the gap. Human perfection connects us forever. Step onto the bridge and stay on the bridge until you reach the other side.
I decide to take the leap of faith. I step onto the bridge named Jesus. The bridge carries me through this life to the next one. He bridges the gap forever.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Human Being
Dear Brave Butterfly,
Hi friend! Recently I sat down on the brown chaise lounge in my bedroom to have time with God. I excitedly awaited what words of wisdom he might have for me. Like a puppy chomping at the bits, thoughts of what he might have me do rattled through my brain: I'm ready for it. Give it to me. I'm ready to go.
And then his words came to me - I know they were from God because these words never cross my mind naturally: "Slow down. Rest."
What? There must be some mistake. Maybe I am on the wrong frequency channel with God.
"Slow down. Rest."
But I'm ready to go! I can do it. I'm like a dog on a bone. Let me at 'em.
"Rest."
Really? Rest? Rest is hard for me. It's much easier for me to do than be. Being requires quiet. Being requires sitting still. Being requires giving up control. Being requires...well... being.
Be still and know that I am God.
Be still and know that I am.
Be still and know.
Be still.
Be.
Being is hard in a performance based culture. There are things to be done, items to be checked off the list. There are good distractions everywhere. I'm reminded of an article I read recently in Redbook magazine. It read, "I am not a human doing, I am a human being."
God did not create me to be a human doing. I am a human BEing.
Hi friend! Recently I sat down on the brown chaise lounge in my bedroom to have time with God. I excitedly awaited what words of wisdom he might have for me. Like a puppy chomping at the bits, thoughts of what he might have me do rattled through my brain: I'm ready for it. Give it to me. I'm ready to go.
And then his words came to me - I know they were from God because these words never cross my mind naturally: "Slow down. Rest."
What? There must be some mistake. Maybe I am on the wrong frequency channel with God.
"Slow down. Rest."
But I'm ready to go! I can do it. I'm like a dog on a bone. Let me at 'em.
"Rest."
Really? Rest? Rest is hard for me. It's much easier for me to do than be. Being requires quiet. Being requires sitting still. Being requires giving up control. Being requires...well... being.
Be still and know that I am God.
Be still and know that I am.
Be still and know.
Be still.
Be.
Being is hard in a performance based culture. There are things to be done, items to be checked off the list. There are good distractions everywhere. I'm reminded of an article I read recently in Redbook magazine. It read, "I am not a human doing, I am a human being."
God did not create me to be a human doing. I am a human BEing.
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