I have arrived in the Center of my Garden this morning. “Like a weened child Lord, you have stilled and quieted my soul.” I am surrounded by elegance and beauty. “It really is beautiful Lord. You are beautiful!” He smiles.
“Lord you had said it was not an easy path you asked me to take. Is there any work we might do to continue to be prepared and stay on that path of obedience?” “Yes there is , thank you for asking. You must pray. You must abandon all preconceived ideas of what the fulfilment of my promises would look like, for your life.” “Ok, help me to let go, some ideas and places in me might be too settled, but is that what the storm is about?” “The storm was for destruction, but I have used it to uproot you from ideas settled on where the foundations were cracked and breached.” “Thank you and I let go. Will you help me to stop helping you where the battle isn’t mine, but yours?” ” Yes, but you must pray.” “On it Lord!”
Butterfly Vuela 