Lost
Carry His Love
The quiet voice awakened me from a sound sleep. The clock glared 3:00am. “Will you rise to sit and pray with Me?” asked the Lord.
My Savior’s voice was familiar as I scurried out of bed, “I will meet You in the garden, Lord.”
“Tarry with Me awhile and sing to Me,” the Lord said as we settled in our secret place, “for My heart is heavy as I remember My crucifixion. Many have sought Me while others are deceived, looking after things which are coming on the earth but walking as blind ones. I cry for them; will you cry with Me?”
The question was rhetorical as The Messiah continued, “The day will arrive when I will come in a cloud with power and great glory, but first I AM waiting to receive My own unto Myself. I love them; will you carry My love to them until I come again?”
Something Missing
“Something is missing, Lord.” I confessed. “My heart feels clouded.”
I felt the presence of the Lord whispering in my ear and filling my heart.
“There is a cunning and crafty spirit that sneaks its way into the good things I have in store for you, obscuring My purposes and plans laid out specifically for you. That spirit taunts you in believing that you must fulfill those plans in your own flesh and abilities, throwing you into laborious works, as you try to gain My favor. When all along, I just long to sit and abide with you, two hearts attuning together.”
The Lord hesitated but a moment, then continued, “There is something missing…it is you. I miss you!”