Skip to main content

The Heartbeat of God

To have heard, rather seen, the heartbeat of God…  Who could have imagined it possible, yet it is!  To be gathered unto His breast, head cradled in His arm – perfect peace, perfect love.

The heartbeat of God is visible and He is eager for you to know…  This journal entry His revelation:

              LORD, Father, Daddy, what would You want to say to Your child today?

Do you hear my love for you?  (my head is against his chest)

(Yes LORD, like rays of sunshine beaming from Your heart.)

This is my love for you.  Radiant and pure. Always for you not against you. Bask in my love and let it heal you.  My love is always.  It never ends.  From it the universe (infused, received, gets,) its light.   My glory dwells with me and gives light to the day but my love is sent forth in radiant beams

Do you hear my love?

(Yes LORD, it is like sunbeams radiating forth from your heart)

My love goes forth to heal the nations touching each one’s heart.  The light of my love sets a spark in your heart and you feel it burn brightly, with great warmth.  Know that is me in you.

(Yes LORD. i feel it)

How many of my children do not feel it.  How many settle for distant relationships and forgo the intimate, and loose such richness in it.  I long to have My heart burn in them, they must long for it too and I will send my love into them and warm their cold hearts.  And they will see and they will hear the goodness of who I AM.  They know my wrath, they know my might, they have heard stories of old but they have not tasted and seen for themselves the depth of my love. My great & powerful love for them.  The love that saved them.

(OH, LORD for that brief moment, i saw the universe above Your head, crowning You.  it was amazing!!!  I felt You pull me close, as one with a child on their lap.  cradling me...Oh, how i love it here!  What else would You want to say today?)


I AM.  I am tender towards you, My work will prevail and shall overcome all darkness and then there will only be glorious light.  Night will flee and death will vanish and in fullness you shall know Me and shall be known.  Freed from all that hinders, you shall see Me face to face and you will rejoice.  I will gather my children into my arms and hold them close to me and my heart will swell with love.  And all will see and all will know and will rejoice.  We will be one as we were as it was the beginning.

Comments

Post a Comment

Did something touch your heart? Please share about it.

Popular posts from this blog

When the pain get too big

There are times when the heartbreaks of this life collide with our weakness and the pain gets so big that even breathing is hard.  It’s like being dragged under by the surf and tumbled over and over until up is down and you’re dragged along the bottom and raw wounds meet with salted surf and the searing pain of it is only a faint echo of the pain within your soul and you gasp for breath and flail helplessly, like a rag doll, until you’re eventually released upon the shore coughing up the brine of your own tears… This is where I have been. Literally on the verge of tears at every moment.   Memories, regrets, sorrow, missing, aching, loss - churning, growing to tsunami intensity threatening to overwhelm.   Today I received a devotional from a Jewish Messianic site challenging us regarding the Sabbath.   Oh, how my soul yearned for it.   A Sabbath, a rest.   But the to-do list haunted and I headed to the shower to start the day.   All the while rest was beckoning to me…   What h

Buying Time

The world will tell you that “time is money.” In part, it’s true.  Every moment is precious and we can only spend it once.  We sell off bits of the gift of time, our life, to buy things that we think add to our happiness here.  I don’t know about you, but I’ve become dissatisfied with this exchange.  This spending of the most precious to gain the fleeting.  I’ve not bought into the American “bigger/more is better” but it’s so easy to just slip into the daily-ness of life here that we can’t remember how we actually spent the past week, month, year…  Same old, same old as the sand slips quickly through the hourglass.  Oh, wealth can afford you to hire people to free up some of your time, but you have to maintain the wealth, that takes time.  But what if I told you that you could buy more time. How much would you want? What would you be willing to sell to buy it? The paradigm shift comes when you realize that Time   is the most valuable commodity on earth.  It’s easy, fro

The Watch

The watch.  All I could think of was his watch, I knew he'd have been wearing it, he always did.  I needed it, as if it held some great key with which to padlock my grief, my heart just had to have it.  And as my eyes fell upon it, I had a knowing that he'd been wearing it and I reached for it and clutched it to my heart.  The pin for the band broken, probably upon impact, tearing the leather. And there was a deep scratch on the crystal, these, the only evidence of that his breath had passed from this life and into the next.  The second hand ticked steadily on as if nothing had happened.  I almost wanted it to have been damaged, just enough to have stopped those ticking hands, to stop time, to mark the moment that a piece of my heart had been torn away. Broken, shattered, time was now warped for me. Yesterdays are now the only tomorrows I have with him. The watch seemed too heavy in my hand.  Oh, yes, it was a large watch to be sure.  He liked them that way.  He loved watche

It matters not

It matters little who I am. Each one of us has a story to tell, a life filled with love, loss, heartache, joy & laughter.  I am just a busted up pitcher.  Yes, the image that came to your mind - whether one you pour iced tea from, the one with the chip on the lip so it spills as much down the outside of your glass as gets in. Or the little creamer pitcher your gramma had in her hutch, the one with the broken handle that has glue globbed on it's listing side.  Or the one that you pour oil with, the one with the faint crack you overlook because you never think to replace it while you are shopping.  Oh, or maybe it's the purple plastic juice jug that hit the heating coil in the dishwasher... melted a hole an inch from the top but you never fill it that full anyway. No matter what image came to your mind, that's me.  The true value of a pitcher is not it's appearance or even its purpose but it's what the pitcher holds that is precious.  The sole purpose of the p