Nothing in reserve, including unforgiveness. Hope for all and plenty to fill the stores, bandage all the sores and open up all the doors on a new horizon of promise of the King’s return. There is nothing to hold us back, no dominion in lordship, no cages born of our own lust no regret from resources ill-directed. These are the days when God’s Name shall be exalted and ours included in the roster of His Family.

What sprouts find the afternoon sun without the waters of life and a programmed understanding of what it is to bear fruit? Where is this home we pursue, what buildings, farms or encampments present themselves with the sound and promise of belonging? How many kind words reserve themselves in memory to acquaint the unknown, to welcome lost friends or to bid encouragement to those lost in the weight of lost struggle?

Where have we gone from whence we may not return? What days are truly lost even those of my worst performance. Very little matters but to honor the gift of grace and never fail to consider the heart and reverent requirements of God. Look I didn’t make anything simply manipulating the elements of a life prepared for me, rearranging the known to accommodate our comfort or need. Perhaps God made me clever and inventive that this might occur?

You will do great things. Simply put, it will be measured as you measure to God. He knows what you can do and will be glorified even if you don’t because my friend He provided you the opportunity, the gifts and the fire only you may provide the obedience. I do not look fondly when I am forced to recognize failure as choice. I detest seeing you deflated as enemies rejoice at your depression. These are the days for great success, we live in the moments of the Holy Spirit’s presence, God with us. Who can leave them wasted or fail to see the significance and possibility?

I don’t own much and that is good for each time I see my barns bursting I find that worry, obligation and covetousness arrive. Why when I have so much do I fail to give more away? There is some oddness of man’s heart when there is too much. I love giving away plenty, yet when there is too much the scarcity mentality comes with it and the beasts of comfort bid me sit a while and rest. All while there is more work to do in this era than ever before and perhaps ever will be. What are we do when the King arrives if we’ve done little to prepare for that glorious arrival?

Time to lay it out, dice it up, label it and know what must go and that which was made to reside. My preparations are not to win some argument or convince myself that what I have done is sufficient but the one chance to right the conversation I most anticipate, the discussion with my Saviour on that Glorious day. I am sorry if I fell short at any man centered expectations, please take it up with the King. I do so apologize in advance for my lost chances at being held in your high regard. It would be nice to get things right.