Journals of the Heart

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A day of Thanksgiving is here — a day to remember all I have done — a day to lay all down — a day to come — a day to offer the grandest of praise — a day of thanksgiving has come.

Lay aside all your longings — all your needs — all you fear — even all you hold dear and come.

I am calling for the greatest expression of thanksgiving and praise — greater than can be accomplished by hands raised ? greater than can be expressed by mere words. I have prepared a feast made of precious treasures — some old and some new.

I bid you come and see.

I bid you come and experience a feast.

I bid you in thanksgiving to come,

And experience Me.

All is prepared for I have already made the Way. You need not hesitate for blood marks the door and a scarlet thread is blowing as a freedom flag over the place I have prepared for you on this day.

Many give thanks for their provisions, for their country and such. This is good and is a start but the greatest thanks you can give on this day is to come to the feast I have prepared for you. It will affect the rest of your life in profound ways.

Before we eat at My table, say your Thanksgiving prayer and dispense with all those preliminary things by giving Me all merited and worthy praise.

I bid you come.

Come on in,

Come on in and see.

Let Me introduce you to the table I have set before you today.

No natural Thanksgiving has ever seen such display.

I have set before you a table made from the wood of My Cross. It is stained with My life giving blood. Even the wood is made alive by My essence and all things served from My table will be alive forever more. Wood and blood have commingled. Because of this you are alive forevermore. Beloved, your name is etched in wood.

My table is beautiful and a wonder to behold?Capable of holding the weight of the world—yes, even yours. Come; put all hindrances and pride away forever more. I have set aside a portion of this table today as a place to unload, to leave unwanted baggage and worries untold.

Leave your burdens there and pay them no mind.

I am all you need.

I am loving and kind.

Come and recline on pillows made from royal robes — robes made from garments placed on Me by hateful men — placed on Me to mock Me only to be torn from Me by brutal hands.

Aren’t they beautiful? Can you feel My forgiveness emanating from every thread — every fiber.

Recline and receive healing for all Words of ridicule

Healing for every word of mockery or shame ever spoken over you

This is your heritage, this is your due

Feast and receive freedom,

For I have overcome

And so have you.

Come drink from My goblet forged in the fiery furnace of My affliction. Come and drink from a goblet dented and marred by every lash, scarred like flesh at the mercy of men with whips of metal and bone — born of pathways bathed in blood decrying the chosen way Home.

Its rim is frayed ? it is rough as though marred by rugged edges of pain,

Yet beautiful and full of great eternal gain.

Yes, beautiful and the avenger of all;

A cup overflowing, antidote to bitter gall.

Come and drink the New Wine I purchased and have set before you this day. Come with a heart full of thanksgiving and willingness to drink from My Cup. For to be with Me — to sup with Me — is the greatest form of thanksgiving you could offer. This thanksgiving is a place of receiving, a place of rest knowing who you are in Me. Let Me wash your feet on this day. Humble yourself and receive from a table set in the midst of glory.

Come eat bread birthed in brokenness and baked in the ovens of surrender. Come eat bread sliced with the nails used to pierce My hands and feet. It is always fresh, always available to you My beloved one. Its sustenance will sustain you. I sustain you.

Come eat broken bread and poured out wine.

Come sit on royal cushions and dine.

Come rest against My heart and recline.

Come, beloved.

You are Mine.

Come to rest beside Me and feast. Come recline at My table and lay your head, like John, upon My breast. Let Me blow across the embers of your heart among the breeze of Heaven. Let Me touch you. Let My touch heal you.

The honey of My sweet Word is ready to drip from My lips, from My heart over you. I have not forgotten one Word I have ever spoken over you. They are forming a honeycomb full and ready to be squeezed out, ready to be collected ? ready to be ate ?ready to bring invigoration and the fullness of life. Let My Words drip over you, into you that you might be filled and refreshed in this place.

Come, the breezes of Heaven are moving through the trees of healing growing along rivers of life. Leaves are falling onto the surface of your heart. How your heart longs for these things as it absorbs each leaf into its depths, compressing each one till they release their healing oils. These oils move and travel through your veins into every cell of your being to release My divine healing.

Come; see the Crown of Thorns adorning the center of My table.

See the Crown bejeweled with the blood of My suffering.

Come adorn yourself with its beauty

Come and be made able.

Come, let Me adorn and crown your head

Let me make your thoughts pure and holy

Let the thorns pierce your brow with revelation light and glory.

Come let My hands stroke your hair as I set My crown upon you.

Let the life it bled rest upon your head.

Let it make you whole.

Let it make you new.

Come on this Thanksgiving and partake of all I have done for you.

Come, drink New Wine and be renewed.

Come and sup at My table spread in grand affair

Laden with treasures beyond compare.

Come; let Me adorn your neck with pearls carved from the Pearl of Great Price.

Come up here My beautiful one.

Come, drink New Wine and eat fresh Bread.

Come; wear My crown upon your head.

Come, sit on royal robes and recline against My breast.

Come, this is thanksgiving at its best.

Now close your eyes and come into My presence with your senses filled and aware.

Come without hesitation.

Come without care.

Come experience this feast with Me

Come and listen?ever so carefully.

Listen as I pour cleansing waters from My heart.

Listen as oil flows through your veins

Water and oil are singing;

A song of love,

A song of deliverance.

Can you hear?

Come to My table.

Recline and draw near.

Just Breathe?

Brenda Craig, Spirit Food For Life, www.journalsoftheheart.com ? 2007