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I Am Here.

By j jones

I hear the Spirit say 

"How I long for your gaze. Long for you to lift up your eyes and see the love I have for you. It is without measure and in my perfect love, your fears will flee. Come close enough to listen to my heartbeat.  Don't be eager to leave. Wait and listen until your heart beats the same rhythm as mine. Until your heart responds, as I do. Synchronise with me.

Hunger for me, as I hunger for you. Turn off the constant distractions that are as annoying as a fly and allow yourself to hear the cry of your spirit for more of me. Can you feel the desire growing in you, to be even closer to me? Do you long to taste the new wine I have prepared for you?  Are you eager to receive the gifts I have ready to bestow upon you? 

 For now, lay down the treasures others have found and seek me for yourself. Don't be satisfied with second-hand revelation but hunger for the fresh bread I have hidden, waiting for you to find. Find ME on my pages, and let me nourish you. See how I am constant, yet I never do things in the same way.  My living word will sustain you. 

 Let me test you, as Jesus was tested in the wilderness, and see if you're yielded enough to carry the increase of my Glory that I'm releasing over the land. Let me show you the places of pride that causes your neck to become stiff and unable to bear weight.  My Grace is able to deliver you. 

 Learn to listen for my voice, for you will no longer find me in a structure. I am like the wind, going in any direction I please. Logic cannot make sense of me or contain me. Watch for the breeze and learn to follow. 

I Am Here."

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