Clothed.......In a Bathrobe?

-- Sing awhile, play awhile

move in parts

yet flood the whole with My presence.

Speak to Me all the time

and I will guide your goings and guard your comings.

You live and move encased in Me

You wear Me like a crown and

do not see that I am drawn around you

with velvet thread --a robe to keep you warm.

A cozy robe, informal, a robe for rest and comfort

and putting up your slippered feet to drink your cup of tea.

I am the tea that warms you and the chair that supports you.

I am the stool that rests your feet.

Yes, at times I am your battle dress, when war is close at hand.

And at times I am your ballroom gown as we celebrate through the night.

At other times I am your business attire and I clothe you fit to work.

But today I am your fluffy robe

and I draw you aside

to rest in My heart

and know that I love you. –

“You are all children of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” Galatians 3:26-28 (NIV)

“ I delight greatly in the LORD;
my soul rejoices in my God.
For He has clothed me with garments of salvation
and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness,
as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,
and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.” Isaiah 61:10

Robin On Guard

– My Child, My little Child I do love you: you are Mine! Don't parents love the children that are their own? And you are Mine!

You tend to doubt that. You think it comes and goes, depending on yourself- you depend too much on yourself. –

I know I'm supposed to "lean" on You, but oh Lord, in practical terms I don't know how. Please show me how?

– You think that you have to be dependable, for yourself, for everyone else – – the whole world on your shoulders. Poor shoulders, Little One. Too much weight. Too little strength. I love you too much to do that to you. See the robin in the leaves? –

But he's so alert, on guard.

– And he doesn't get anywhere, does he? –

no. But he has to eat. If he wasn't on guard he'd probably be eaten.

– Trust, Child. You need to learn to trust. Are you afraid of being eaten? –

Yes. I guess so.

– By whom? –

Satan.

– But even he is under My control. –

Lord? I have trouble with that. Scripture seems to say to be on guard for the enemy seeks to devour and destroy.

– Read it again, in context.–

Okay. Here it is in James 4: "Submit yourself to God. Resist the devil and he will flee... Come near to God and He will come near to you. Wash your hands and purify your heart. Humble yourself before God and He will lift you up."

– Where is the emphases? –

on You, Lord. On looking to You and then You lift us up.

– Keep going. –

I Peter 5:6 "Humble yourself under God's mighty hand so that He may" (uh, Lord? that sounds qualified?) "lift you up in due time. Cast all of your anxiety on Him because He cares for you. Be self controlled and alert..."

(uh, Lord?)

– Keep reading. –

"Your enemy, the devil like a roaring lion prowls about wanting and waiting to devour you. Resist him. Stand firm."

– (See? That is not an on edge - watchful - anxious alertness. It is standing in response to a direct attack. It is not watching and waiting for the attack.) –

"...because you know that all fellow believers are undergoing the same kinds of suffering. And the God of all grace who called you...

– (You did not call yourself to Me. I called you!) –

"...to His eternal glory in Christ."

– Not to a limited thing, but forever.

Not to blight and uselessness,but to glory.

Glorious. I have told you that you are Glorious to Me,

but you doubt it and that stabs My heart.

Yes, I understand why it is so,but you need to look to Me.

I will write your faith walkand I will bring it to completion. –

"His eternal glory in Christ."

– Your "glory" is in Christ –it is in Me... that means it is in Me. You are in Me and I cannot separate you from Myself And neither do I want to, oh "faith"-less one. You are in Me, part of Me, eternally – forever. I will not cut you off from Myself. And, yes, I know you don't like those "sappy love letters" that you read sometimes in other's writings. To each is given his own. That is why I don't speak to you like that. You wouldn't like it, and it does not sound true to you. –

"After you have suffered a little while, He will Himself restore you and make you strong."

– Who restores you, Child? –

You do, Lord.

– Who makes you strong? –

You do.

– Do you make you strong? –

no.

– Can you? –

no.

– So relax. Please. You worry too much. –

but how do I get these things done? How do I get my physical life in order?

– Do you want to? –

oh, please! It gets to me! But I don't want it to take away from You. I need You. And I need to know what to do for (the mom). Soon! Help!

– How do you feel right now? –

anxious. tense.

– Do you think that pleases Me? –

no.

– Child. Let it go. Let it go into My hands. If you never did another thing for (her), I still have the outcome in My control. No, it may not be what you want, but it will be right. I know you want to help, and you will. But you must trust Me. It is I who give the power to anything you do. It is not your brilliant reasoning. –

ouch.

– No, Child. That was not meant to be belittling. I have gifted you with a fine mind and with compassion and I will use those gifts

but they must be directed and empowered by Me. It is not you driving them.

I am not a slave driver.

When it needs be that you must over extend yourself,then I will direct you.

Stop driving yourself.

Shepherds do not drive lambs over craggy rocks! They lead them -- tenderly.

And I will lead you,tenderly, Child. Please rest. Come into My arms. Do not fear.

I am here with you and I control the situation-- it is in My hands.

Yes, watch and pray,

but rest...in My arms

...and watch the deliverance I have planned for you. –

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day


Posies by a gravestone peeking from its side
Tiny dots of blue with yellow deep inside
Little band of color stands in shades of green
Planted by a Hand that for now remains unseen

And on this day the bright sun barely warms my heart
The bright sun that hangs in heaven
Where You once hung suspended
And it could not warm Your heart
The bright sun could not warm Your broken heart

I stand here by the graveside, a mother lost in pain
Yearning to see her child dance lightly once again
Longings fill this place with empty solitude
Where hope is whispered silently through periwinkle blue

Forget-me-not the flowers whisper, as if I could forget
Your love and lilting laugh echo in my spirit, yet.
Forget-me-not, they whisper as the breeze begins to blow
Stirring up the memories that will not let me go

And on this day the bright sun barely warms my heart
The bright sun that hangs in heaven
Where You once hung suspended
And it could not warm Your heart
The bright sun could not warm Your broken heart

“Remember Me,” You cry through flowers like the star
That hung once in the night for another mother’s child
That child, You were also born to die too soon
While a sword pierced her heart with an empty solitude

And on this day the bright sun barely warms my heart
The bright sun that hangs in heaven
Where You once hung suspended
And it could not warm Your heart
No, it could not warm Your heart
Oh, the bright sun did not warm Your broken heart
Your broken heart


Lyrics by Pat Kashtock

Music by Jean Watson


To hear Jean sing Mother's Day go here:

http://mychristianbands.com/bands/1479/music.php

It is the ninth song on the page and is from her Unveiled album. It will open in streaming audio within iTunes.