Note: this blog entry is written from God's perspective, and I wrote it, but I am not God. It is simply what I believe He has been speaking to my heart lately, and some of what He would say to all of us.
My dear child,
There are some things you seem to have forgotten, if you ever knew them. My purpose in writing this letter is to make them clear to you once and for all.
Know that I miss you. Before you were even born, we were meant to be together. The fact that we're not closer weighs heavily on my heart.
I remember when you were in the womb. I delighted in watching you grow then, as I shaped your hands, feet, and face. I designed the way your hair would be, and your eyes. I carefully shaped your body, choosing your skin color and selecting your height. I formed all your inner parts to work together the way that they do. I carefully crafted you down to the very last detail, and my work was deliberate and precise.
But I did much more than create your physical feautures alone. If I had stopped there, you would never really have existed, only a body. I was the one who breathed life into you, giving you your mind, heart, spirit, and soul. I granted you the ability to understand much, some things better than others.
If anyone seems to have better understanding than you, that is what I have granted to them. Do not think for a moment that I have been careless or neglectful in what I have given you. Do you, my child, doubt my wisdom? I made you with your own strengths. They are diverse throughout humanity. I have bestowed upon you many talents and gifts, some of which you have yet to discover. If you would only ask, I would reveal them to you.
Once I had so meticulously formed you, I stepped back and looked upon you, and I saw that you were good. Nevertheless, even then, a disease ran through your veins that would separate us, one inherited from your parents. They inherited it from their parents, who did from theirs, all the way back to the first human beings. In spite of it, you were beautiful to me, and still are.
When you were born, how they marveled at you! And they saw only I fraction of what I saw.
I granted you a number of days and years, and as you spent them, you grew by my design. You put into practice many of your gifts, which gladdened my heart. How I loved you then! Just as I love you now, just as I will always love you, my child.
The disease in your blood grew with you. It ate at you, and at times you welcomed it. Do you know how that hurt me? How it angered me? It wasn't all simply the fault of an uncontrollable sickness. You chose things out of hate, lust and greed. You acted from selfishness and pride. You treated me like I didn't even exist.
Still, I did not hate you. I love you far more than you will ever understand, more than the wisest can comprehend.
All the same, you must understand that I AM good, and I AM just. Justice demands blood for such actions as yours. Yes, my child, death is the cost of your choices. If you will be totally honest with yourself, you will know that it is truly what you deserve. There is nothing that makes you better than another. Not in reality. In my goodness and justice, I have decreed a law and a standard, both of which you have broken. The price is, inflexibly, blood. It is the inescapable Truth.
And yet you, my child, possess what some might call an unreasonable amount of power over my heart. So I stretched out my hands for you to save you. I did not do this in a conventional way.
I have told you that I am good, and just, and that I love you. I have shown you that I am wise. For all that, at my core, emanating outward, I AM holy. When I reached for you, I chose to become like you. My holiness conquered the disease of humanity, and I lived a life without a single transgression or fault. I humbled myself and made myself lowly. I did absolutely nothing worthy of punishment.
But I was literally spit upon and beaten. My flesh was torn from my body, I was pierced through, and nearly suffocated. In my suffering, just as in your creation, more than physical elements were involved. I was hated and cursed, despised and falsely accused. Those who pledged to always stand with me forsook me.
I did not need to undergo these things. I did not deserve them. You did, my beloved child. You deserved the agony, and I took your place. Justice demands blood, and I gave mine for you, the innocent for the guilty. My hands were stretched out for you, spread on a beam of rough wood. I laid my very life down in the hope of your salvation.
However, justice does not only mete out punishment, but vindication. Because I was blameless, my life was restored to me. The price has been paid for you, and I am alive to tell you so.
My hands are still stretched out for you, scarred and offering freedom. The freedom I offer is not only from the consequences you have earned, but from those things you did to earn them. You chose those things, and they enslaved you. They promise you pleasure and profit you pain. They keep you from enjoying what I have to offer you, which is only the best.
I would never give you less than what was best for you, my child.
You have asked me why I have allowed your suffering. My child, because I love you so, I allow you to choose. Much of what has befallen you was of your own design, and some I have allowed to teach you. Yet I have shielded you from much more than you know. Oh, my child, you have so many questions, but seldom do you seek me for the answers. When you let bitterness and apathy shape your view rather than Truth, how it causes my heart to sorrow!
How I love you, and how I desire for you to know it. I love you no less than any other, for I love with my all, and I love you no more than any other, for they are all precious to me. One of my strongest desires is to be closer to you.
Know that I did not create you idly, but with and for a purpose. You are meant for great things, my child, but they cannot be acheived if you follow your own way instead of mine. Do you consider yourself wiser than the one who made you? Trust in me, and trust in my love.
Remember, you are incredibly valuable to me, despite all that you have done. Believe in me, repent, and receive forgiveness. Discover all that I have for you. Just as I gave you life at the dawn of your existence, allow me to give you life as you've never known today.
Your name is carved into my hands, and they are reaching for you. Whether you take them or not is your decision. I will never take back my offer, but your time to accept it grows short. Please don't waste it.
I have so much for you.
Sincerely,
I AM
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