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Beloved, like a small child, who by covering their eyes believes others cannot see them, you sometimes feel as if you are not being seen…that you are hidden even though in the natural you are in plain view (Hebrews 4:13). It can seem at times as if life is behind you, passed you by or covered you up with its demands and circumstances. When this happens, even in small ways, you have a tendency to think I can’t see you or what is happening to you.

Beloved, most loved and precious treasure of Mine, there is nothing in all of creation seen or unseen having the ability to compare to you in My eyes. When I consider all the worlds My hands have made they do not in any way or fashion compare to the beauty of who you are. Even the exotic realms of the earth and beyond were created to delight the eye with pleasure and to invoke praise to flow from your heart like a sonnet of many colors.

Beloved, I, Christ in you the hope of glory, am flooding precept upon precept into every portion of your life. Like a bubbling fountain and an ever-flowing stream I rise up through the annals and hallways of your life to flood you with My life…to flood you with Christ-Life in the midst of life itself.

You are to never, never try and dance the dance someone else is meant to experience. Only I know their steps and only I know yours. I may however at times tell you to observe and learn. This is good. But to dance their dance…Never! You are one of a kind and are called to uniqueness in Me.

Sometimes you tend to forget to come and rejoice like a child when all is well…when life is bursting forth like in garden like arrays or when the harvest is abundant. And sometimes you stay away because you feel unworthy in the dark times…in the hard times or when you feel you have somehow missed the mark. Maybe you have missed the mark. All do at some time or another. If given to religion and the law you stay at bay. If given to grace, you run into My arms where mercy triumphs over judgment.

I want to relieve you of stress, stifling legalism, and man’s traditions and invite you to come on an eternal vacation with Me starting right now. I am your oasis in the middle of every happening. You can slip away to the Caribbean of My heart in a split second of time. Yes, in a split second. Don’t think you have to complete some set of spiritual exercises or worship for extended times to find Me. Since I already dwell in your heart, I am already as close as close can be. I am not afar off in some distant heaven. I am in your heart, only a breath away.

Beloved, they may even be side issues relating to many big matters at hand or a past which seems to be catching up to you. The past is the past and all you can do is repent and speak My Word of restoration and deliverance over it. Do not revisit the past. Press on to higher more stable ground. I will lead you to a large place where you can prevail if only you believe Me. This is where trust comes in.

Beloved, sometimes obligation and drudgery rule the day because of your own unfulfilled self-expectations about what time with Me is all about…what loving Me is all about. Read an hour, pray an hour, meditate an hour and on and on the story goes. None of the afore-mentioned things are bad, but when done to fill a square they are robbed of life and relationship. I would rather you speak to Me about one Scripture for a month than be caught up in ritualistic or legalistic mindsets and ways.

I have set before you this day an open gate into an enclosed garden. Its walls are strong and sturdy having heights unable to be scaled by outside forces. Its gate, like intricately wrought iron work, is inscribed with My Word of Truth. The land where you stand is barren compared to what awaits you inside the gate—compared to what awaits you inside My heart. The threshold is a thin line called choice and I am at the door. I am the door, swung wide open before you.