Be still small one and rest in my wings, be silent oh raging sotrms for my love overtakes thee. My precious one though you shelter it I read your heart, I know of the trobules that stir and the fires that rage. Let me hold you small one and sooth your burns, give up and fall into the warmth of my arms. Leto go my child and stop fighting, enough putting on a strong face for you are weary and are tired.
I called you to be strong dear one but not like this, for does not the strongest of warriors reach their limit? doesa a mighty stone castle not one day turn to rubble? For even the strongest of my loves have their limits and have I not told you little one to rest in me? Have I not declared my yoke is light? I see the chains you encase yourself in and I hear the weary cries within your soul, for though you hide it in your words your soul still speaks and I listen.
I have been calling to you for a season to let your guard down, I have spoken to you through many means to finally let the sigh of relief out. You need not fight anymore my precious one for I have won the battle for you, you need not show your fire in your weariness for you only singe your own self. I hear you soul crying out for my cool waters, I feel your burns longing for it's cool soothing. I reasonate with your hearts craving for my love and the warmth of my sheltered arms.
You try even to hide these things from me who sees and knows all but my silly child you know nothing is hidden from my eyes. Even in your prayers you try to be strong for me, you try to show your faith and your fire but this is why you have not recieved because you are on fumes. How can one walk in the desert without the rest of the shade? how can a parched soul give refreshment? how can a weary nomad make it to the oases in the cracked sands of the wilderness?
For your feet are dry and burned, your throat is parched and crass, your stomach is empty and eating itself and your body because of lacking is pushing past its limits and will soon collapse. But struggle no more for I have been here the whole time begging you to listen and rest. I offer food of great delights and wine of sweetness such as kings and queeens have never tasted. I brings water of renewal and life. If you had listened to me before you would have been given strength from one bite of my food, you would have been revived and strengthened from a single drop of water on your dry tongue and would have been in serenity from a taste of my wine.
I speak to your soul dear one with my every being, come and dine with me at the kings table come from the dry and weary desert, let us run and play with joy together in the fields of my haven. Let us marvel and wonder at the things I have stored for you together, let us splash and plays games on the beach of my eternity. For even as you read this you know the words I speak, even as you write this you know what is being spoken. For not all things are for my church though my words that are written are for all to soak. As you write my beloeved the words I speak I hear your soul speaking for the church, I feel the desire for the these things to be given to all who read.
How hard you have struggled how long you have waited and been burned by the sorrows of this life. How heavy are the chains you bare and how deep is your cuts and bruises. As an animal licking it's open wound you hurt and are mangled, the thorns of this life and of yourself entangle and prick your skin. I have seen your tears and have heard the great pain your soul cries inside, I have heard your hearts deep longing for me and your love for me tickles my heart beyond your understanding. If only you knew my strong one how very proud I am of you, for you have even in your folly given me your willingness and have spoken of the pride you wish to give me.
And yet even now dear one though you need all these things that I will gladly give you with abundance I feel your heart crying forth for these words to reach my church and that is why I have called you to be my warrior and my voice for even in your burns and your great suffering that only I see and know the depth of your heart still puts them first.
You say to yourself I am not worthy, you see yourself and say I am so weak, you hear yourself and laugh in mockery. But my dear one you still even in such adversity in this life and most in yourself show my love and my heart in your desire to strenghten my church, how you always think of them and speak for them first and how you show my heart in everything you speak.
You deny your calling because you think to yourself you are not deserving, you know the signs and you know the fruits of the calling and you show them in everything you speak yet fail to listen and accept. Even now you fear to say the word, even now you hesitate and speak the calling even without trying. my wordsa flow in you as a flowing river because you are as I say you are.
Those who see you and who know you, who have relished in the words I have given you to speak and recieved the joy and life in the words that were written know your calling, they know your gift for it is evident. But alas my silly one you do not need to speak it until you are ready to accept it, and I will continue to use you as you are and continue to speak to the church through you as I have seen the joy and warmth it shines in your heart as I do so. And again your heart shows my love at exceeding measures for though many boast of my words throguh their lips and though many speak my authrority of my mouth for their own gratification the joy you have is not in the calling but the fruits you see in their souls from it.
You are a child of wind and fire and you feel it, you wonder why fire and wind are so attractive to you, why shining blue eyes speak to you so deeply, why when the wind stirs on your walks you stop as if a presence is there. But my child listen to the voice that speaks for many have spoken it to you, they know you they see you and they hear you but you will not come unto full power in your gift until you accept it. But know this I will use you to speak to my church and will ready the pen whenever you ask but one day I will call you to greater heights things you see in your dreams but do not think is possible and that day will be here sooner than you believe and you have seen in the vision of the past the calling and scroll I will hand to you and you know when you accept it what will happen.
So be eager my child be joyful and excited for my voice has spoken of all that is to come so very soon and though you try to believe it you cannot see it and though you speak it to the church you cannot accept it. But fear not little one for you follow your heart and even in your blindness you have followed my steps accordingly, you need not be able to see what is ahead for I will continue to speak it and bring the curtain up in the astonishing reveal.
You say to me with your fiery heart I will show you my resolve, now show me only a minute longer my warrior.
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