Trust

-- Trust.

It all has to do with your trust in Me.

In My desire to do "right" by you.

Trust in My kindness and goodness towards you.

Trust in My ability to take care of whatever is in you that is not pleasing to Me.



I know you can't do it. If you could have, you would have. For Me. For yourself. For your family. For the sake of those around you.



But I know you can't! I know you are tired.



"Sin" is a helpless thing. I could see that from the beginning. That was why I had to do something. Something rather drastic. Yes, it was drastic as you have begun to understand. It was tearingly drastic. In some ways it tore the very fiber of My being.



And if I had to do it all over again,

if I could do it all over again,

if it would do any good to make it possible to salvage more.

I would.

You know that!

You've begun to see that in Me.

No, I don't want any to perish.

And no, My will and desire are not always done,

- to the detriment of everyone.



That is why I said to pray to the Father, "Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven."



I don't, didn't waste My breath on bogus prayers that make no difference. And neither do I ask My people to do so.



And no, you must leave ( ) to Me. You do not do not know where you walk if you step out of line from where I tell you to go. In the wrong time, the right information can bring damage instead of healing. I will tell you "when" and "if" you may address this to him, My little warrior.



You are so ready to fight.

So ready to leap to My defense!

Truly, I don't know whether to laugh or cry over you!

Laugh, because Child, you are so little!

And I am very, very big. You just can't imagine.



I want to laugh and put My arms around you pull you to My chest and "smother you with kisses". It is so darling of you to come to My defense!



But Child. I have been absorbing this pain for eons and will continue to do so. You can't do it, Little One. It only hurts you.



And that is why it makes Me "cry". You try so hard. You are so valiant. Such a little fighter. But no more. Put down your weapons -

lay them at My feet

and do not take them up again.



I know you are conflicted because scripture says to fight so many of these things.



But you also know and very well, that Satan uses "good" in your case to trap you. Yes, it is a function of the "age" you live in. I am very well aware of the blessings and havoc of "instant" telecommunications, and I have planned for them. I know well how to work with them. That is why you must listen for My voice!

Yes, I will tell you how to test the "spirits". --



(how, Lord?)



-- Live close to Me and I will not allow you to be fooled nor deceived!



Beggars. Think.

If on an impulse you gave all you had to a "beggar" because that is what you thought scripture said...

...what would you do when your hands are empty and the person I had wanted you to bless, who needed My blessing of life through you came along

and your hands are empty

and you have nothing left to give?



The time-frame you live in makes it essential that you walk by My Spirit rather than a set of rules at best improperly understood. --

Knots

I'm sitting out here, stewing! (what else is new?)

Ah Lord. What are we to do? It is such a mess and we are all struggling so hard.

Oh. I guess I'm trying to be a "fix-it."



-- Little Partner, -- You laugh.



dear Lord, my Lord, I don't know where to begin.



-- Pray... --



uhhh... but that is where I don't know where to start. A big ball of knots. You know how poor I am at untangling threads.



-- Ah. But do you? That is the question, isn't it?--



I do keep trying, don't I?
Posted on Tuesday, June 24, 2008 at 04:56PM by Registered Commenter[Pat Kashtock] in Conversations | CommentsPost a Comment

Sleep My Child and Peace Attend Thee

I've been falling apart the last 24 hours. Came out here feeling frantic and overwhelmed. Everything seemed too much. I thought, "I need to go away for a few days and have someone take care of me."



--I will take care of you.—



and I lay my thoughts and fearings open to You.



--Trust. You need to learn to trust Me;

with life, your life,

"your" people which are My people.

My goodness!

You even worry over the forest creatures.

Let them go. I will tend them.



And I will tend you.

You need this: My care, My tender/silly one.



Shhhhh, My Child.

I am big.



So big.



So very, very big...--



I look at the tree in front of me in awe --

- how could it just grow up from the ground with all its knots and twists and color variations.



And I am lost in wonder.

Earlier Conversations

Oh God. I hope that You are not an impersonal force.

- I'm not... -

You say, and You speak with such gentleness.

You are so patient. I feel You laugh... and You are soothing. I was thinking how I "hear" You in this wonderful wind out here. Then I started to think of Your largeness, and became afraid...

I cannot believe how wildly the oaks sway!

-See the tensile strength I have built into them? -

At first I thought, well, why write it down? It just seemed conversational, and would it even be of any interest later? Oh! You mean more than the trees, don't You?

You mean us. Me, my beleaguered friend, my family: whoever I'm fussed about.

-You will bend but you will not break.
The storms of life will come
for they must,
but you will not break.
I have said it. -

I don't want to make "stuff" up.

-You won't. -

but You sound so soft. How can it be louder?

-Live close to Me.-

please help me. I've been so distracted lately.

... I hear You in the wind!

It's like being taken and swirled around and enveloped by You!

-Just a little...-

This wind. It takes me back. Something about my childhood. The Heights. Virginia - but it is different from the soughing of the pine trees.

I try to go back. I remember loving the winter wind and somehow feeling held by it. But the thought of it without You seems too empty and pointless to bother.

-I was with you then. -

But I didn't know You, then.

-Yes, you did. In your little child's way. -

And I got a flash of myself as a blonde-haired toddler, bending over something, curious.

-I took great delight in you. -

Because of knowing what You had made?

-And what you would become. -

I'm so afraid of making things up.

-It comes easier because you are more relaxed.
Loosen up. I'll take care of you. -

It's funny. These are more of conversations.

-To each is given differently. -

And as I think back, I remember not wanting to go inside because the sound of the wind that day, filled me and enveloped me. At two and a half - maybe almost three, I could not have said what it was I felt, let alone why... but now I suddenly realize that it was You there, in the wind, that held me. I did not know Your name, then, and I don't think I could have even conceived of You with my mind -- but I knew Your touch. Even then I remember feeling like it was someone and that there was more love in that wind than I had ever known; and I felt more at home there than anywhere I had ever been. Even though I was so young that I remember little from that time, I can still feel how my heart felt like it was being torn out when my mother decided we had to go inside. I vaguely recall that she seemed puzzled by my reaction.

As I left the back porch to step over the thresh-hold, I knew a moment's panic that: oh - it would never be there again, not in that way. Then I felt the sides of my head being "held" and I suddenly knew that it would be.