There is a natural helplessness of humans seen in their lack of knowledge of my presence. The experience of good things did not lead them to the knowledge of who I am. Quite surely, one can be easily lured into the interest of my works, captivated by the sight of such beauty, with little to no recognition of the one who authored them. Pay attention, my daughter. If, charmed by such beauty, they take them for gods, let them know how far superior is my sovereign. For the grandeur and beauty of creatures lead one to ponder on their Author, greater and more magnificent! I consider my children. What would Ephraim do with idols, when it is I who hear and make him prosper? What shall I do with you? How shall I deal with you, my daughter? This love of yours is like morning mist, like morning dew that quickly disappears.
It is love that I desire. Return to me with humble words. Go over in your mind these very thoughts: “Oh you who show compassion to the fatherless, forgive my debt, be appeased. Accept the praise from my lips.”
You must return, my dear daughter. Return to me, practicing love and justice and trusting in me. Listen my daughter. Consider this. In all circumstances, lift up my Name, never being afraid to ask. Ask me to make your ways upright. It is I who give everything and I am your Father. If you follow my way and listen to me, you will, indeed, have great wealth. Magnify my Name and proclaim praise with song and lyre, expressing this with thanksgiving.
Now, I do share this moment with you, my love. I know there is a word that still rests on your mind. Please, go ahead and share. 30.04.24
Yes, my Lord. I thank You a great deal for being here with me, always. But, O my Lord, this is the charge that You have against me. For I worshipped You with my lips, though my heart was very far away from You. How shallow can I be! I sought refuge in and put up far above myself, the people and places that I would see and meet, never thinking twice that You were with me; that You were right beside me all along. I reflect on my ways, how I was as a child and then growing up and O, how I longed to worship something. I was filled with so much gratitude and adoration that I so generously gave of my words, not leaving any bit for you; that is, my true words. I am sorry. I long to worship, though, I do this best with words. There is this great passion in me to share my love in word. I now reserve this portion for You. You are my love and my support. You hold my hand. I worship You now, my Lord, however best I can. I am filled with so much worship still left inside of me, too much for any one person to bear. I worship You my Lord, I play my words as if strung as the chords on my guitar. Please do accept my offering, for You have been so good to me. Your mercy endures forever. I do ask, please, show me how to reveal more and more of what I have found in You. I rest in You, my Lord. I rest in your unfailing love.
Holy Holy Holy is your Name All honour and glory and praise belongs to You Almighty Father Forever and ever. 30.04.24