John, allow yourself to be used by me. Do not place me within a box of your experience. Do not limit me by people’s expectations. Every time you compare me with your experience, you are functioning out of an un-renewed mind. I demand a renewing of your mind. It is for your own use, good, and enjoyment of me that I say this. Many of my dear children want to please me, and yet they view me through a lens of hurtful feelings, distrust, and suspicion. Do you know how that makes me feel? Imagine your own flesh and blood thinking that you are out to get them, hurt them, injure them, and punish them. I love my children – I rejoiced the day the plan was conceived in my heart – to have man lower than the angels, a son where I could pour out and fill them with my indescribable love and mercy. Oh heaven itself applauded the day my creation took shape.
Now is the time to look upon me John. What you behold is indeed what you will become. I love you. Look upon me and you will be renewed and transformed into my own image. That is a father’s greatest joy – to see that their children take after him, look like him, have his own character and likeness.
I have put heaven’s resources at your disposal – however getting your mind round this thing is the essential step. Not having a right mind in this will hamstring your usefulness in the Kingdom. No matter what resources you have John, if you are not renewing your mind in the truth then they will be mere museum pieces, satisfying itching ears but with no power to transform. I died on a Cross – to deliver you from sterile religion – outlines of truth with no power and reality. Keep on pressing into me John. I Am truth, and I am reality I AM the I AM!
Love CAN BE shed and poured on all, but intimacy is reserved for safety. You can love another, but you will only become vulnerable and intimate with one whom you trust and CAN become vulnerable with. Many are not intimate with me because though they have received my love, they have not pushed through to intimacy. They remain caught in a plateau of mistrust – looking at me from afar, wishing what might have been.
