"My Father! If it is possible, let this cup be taken away from me. But I want your will, not mine." Matthew 26:39
You Are So Brave
My precious child, I know the mountains you've had to climb. I know how the lack of air in the heights suffocates you, and many times you've stumbled along the way and stopped to cry.
You don't understand. You can't fathom. From your thick darkness you scream at Me, "Where are you?"
You can't hear me, but I assure you—I am crying WITH you.
Remember when you heard the sad coos of the mourning dove outside your window when you were weeping on your knees?
You know how you feel when your own child is hurting? You want to love the pain away.
How much greater is My capacity for love than yours? Please remember, you are My beloved. I rejoice over you with singing, and you Are. Not. Alone. I will NEVER let you go, and I will NEVER let the enemy have you. You are MINE.
Daughter, I feel the weight of the burden you carry every day. I see the mask you must wear so that no one discovers what's really happening.
And just now I saw you surrender every desire face-down in your room. In that sacred moment, you held up empty hands. Nothing left. Nothing.
Nothing but Me. Oh, how I rejoiced. You are so brave.
I know Surrender—because I've been in Gethsemane.
I assure you Gethsemane is not the end. It's the starting point for the rest of the story—the gateway to My glory.
This may be painful, and answers may take longer than you think. Do not despair, and do not lose hope. You will get through this with Me.
You will change and grow while you carry this cross with Me. The shadow that steals your joy and crushes your spirit will enlarge you.
My Presence enlarges everything it touches.
Your heart has been rubbed raw, but you will rise from this Gethsemane.
Child, because you laid down your will as a love offering to Me, I promise to transform your mess into a miracle.
You Are So Brave
My precious child, I know the mountains you've had to climb. I know how the lack of air in the heights suffocates you, and many times you've stumbled along the way and stopped to cry.
You don't understand. You can't fathom. From your thick darkness you scream at Me, "Where are you?"
You can't hear me, but I assure you—I am crying WITH you.
Remember when you heard the sad coos of the mourning dove outside your window when you were weeping on your knees?
Child, that was Me. I wanted to whisper Love into your little world to show you My heart is breaking for you, even now. When you're too weak to stand, I want you to lean on that love.
You know how you feel when your own child is hurting? You want to love the pain away.
How much greater is My capacity for love than yours? Please remember, you are My beloved. I rejoice over you with singing, and you Are. Not. Alone. I will NEVER let you go, and I will NEVER let the enemy have you. You are MINE.
Daughter, I feel the weight of the burden you carry every day. I see the mask you must wear so that no one discovers what's really happening.
And just now I saw you surrender every desire face-down in your room. In that sacred moment, you held up empty hands. Nothing left. Nothing.
Nothing but Me. Oh, how I rejoiced. You are so brave.
I know Surrender—because I've been in Gethsemane.
I assure you Gethsemane is not the end. It's the starting point for the rest of the story—the gateway to My glory.
This may be painful, and answers may take longer than you think. Do not despair, and do not lose hope. You will get through this with Me.
You will change and grow while you carry this cross with Me. The shadow that steals your joy and crushes your spirit will enlarge you.
My Presence enlarges everything it touches.
Your heart has been rubbed raw, but you will rise from this Gethsemane.
Child, because you laid down your will as a love offering to Me, I promise to transform your mess into a miracle.
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