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turns a heart to Me. Don’t let Satan creep in with worry and doubt
and indecision. There is no decision. That is you. My ways are simple.
Sometimes you fall. You are human. That is pride that tells you
you must create the perfect image. Stay steadfast in Me and the
image you create will take care of itself. You worry about everything.
I tell you again, if you pray to Me and stay fixed to My heart,
you don’t have to do anything but let Me run your life and it will
work beautifully. I don’t make boo-boos. I am your most ardent
lover. I want what is best for you. What you think you want may be
very wrong for you and so you get it and it is a hard road to walk.
You get what you want but it is drudgery and heartache. It was
what you wanted, not what God wanted, and it was not right. It
may have been a good thing, but not what He wanted for you.
God’s way is joy, peace and love. To walk the path with God is to
feel His presence and have joy even in crosses. Come walk with
Me, talk with Me. Let Me run your life. Do My will. Make this your
top priority. Then you will have peace and joy in your hearts. Your
lives will unfold as a book to be lived and you will touch many
hearts along the way. I love you so.
November 28, 1993
You Are Special
4:30a.m.
I come, you wait. I am here, body and soul, Son and divinity. All
power is Mine, says the Lord, for you are My chosen people. You
wait and I come to you. Prepare Me a way for My coming. I come as
a baby at the breast. I come into your midst, not as a mighty king,
but as a little helpless baby.
You may see Me in your mind’s eye. I am becoming more and
more alive to you. You truly, after all this time, believe in Me. Do
you feel some shame for all your doubts? I come not to shame you
but to be with you in an intimate way so I might love you as I so
desire. I come to love you. I entered the womb and was born a little
helpless baby, God-made-man, for love of you. I lived, I walked, I
grew on this earth as a little boy, subject to My parents here. I was
raised like any other child. I did not come with the blare of trumpets
and roll of drums. I was born in a little old stable with the
sheep and cows. The only blare of trumpets came from the angels
who sang in the distance. I came and lived as a child for love of
you.
Look at all I have done and I do for love of you, but you still do
not see how I value you. You are so precious to Me, that I, Godmade-man
of a woman, came to dwell on this earth as a baby and a