extrapolative spirits
Monday, June 2, 2008 at 04:22AM First entry: Or perhaps, when God shuts a door, He locks the damn thing and then waits for me to run into His arms for a new key, new door.
This time it took 7 years. yes. such perfection in destruction. A Master of reviving the dead. He is my all in all and without Him, the whip, and a bottle for my tears, i would be truly dead. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
i have a Master
He allows/wills me to understand how he created me so fully for the purpose of participating in pleasing Him.
He is the One who created this body. i call it 'my' body but it is bought with a price for He created it for me and His pleasure. This great gift neglected as the abuse goes to self.
A bit more of the Master whom i serve and love;
He is not happy that i cannot be fully a woman, when the channels don't flow and the focus fails. When He calls me His own it is then difficult to listen well. It is hard to be His "treasured possession" when i don't see it that way.
He does not believe that my fulfillment lies in slavery, surrendering my soul for a leash. Yet He has allowed me this journey, for there is pleasure in every iota of His creation. Yet He commands me to take "His yoke" upon me for it is "easy and light".
His subjugation lifts me up to an glorious identity He repeats to me when comprehension fails the revelation. He tells me that my destiny is His image and He carefully molds every experience by His wise and loving hand.
He is pleased with me in ways i have never been able to fathom. He is found along the journey everywhere i look. He reminds me that I am a spiritual being having a human experience.
(i didn't always love Him but His voice was plain when He called me at the age of 6 after a particularly severe beating, forced to stand for hours in a corner with feces in my pants and my head smashed into the wallboard. The one who did this hurt himself far more than he hurt me as i found over time.)
i can trust my Master that He made me this way and allowed these things to happen for His reasons.
Love this ! Monona be a hot time in the old town tonight!


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