Meditation Musing~A Note From Jesus

 

Under the Sea

A Note From Jesus by DiVoran Lites

 

Beloved,

Keep on trusting Our Father, and Me. We are the real motivation, inspiration, and power in your life. Keep on doing your best to stay healthy, wealthy, and wise. We hear your prayers and we answer.

My child, just as you enjoy homes and rooms and beautiful interiors. We enjoy homes in our children. They are exquisitely decorated. Think of a visit to a coral reef with all its color and natural glories your interior is more beautiful than that to us.

Know too that when your job on earth is finished, we have a beautiful place for you. In that place you have perfect freedom in every way. You have dear friends, Us among them, you have initiative and talent. You are more joyful, yet more peaceful than you have ever been in your life.

Here and now, you taste of these qualities, but sometimes the gravity of anxiety pulls you down. You are like a SCUBA diver whose weights are so heavy that they keep pulling you onto the beautiful, but sharp coral.

We must say, Dear, you were never equipped to carry such heavy weights. Give them to us and we will carry them. We will buoy you up and see that you get the oxygen you need.

When you do come to us for your fabulous eternity you will have no weights on you at all. It is even is possible for you to live in a light-filled, lightly weighted world here and now. Think of all the good things you have and that we have already done for you. Know that there are things you cannot change. Turn them over to us and find the treasure chest of jewels we have in store for you.

Worries-A Poem

Do you journal?
My Journal

This poem is called “Worries” I read my Streams in the Desert Journal every day for the uplifting of my spirit it brings.  It’s fun to find things I’d forgotten about. On Jun 3, of this year, I found a poem I wrote on May 25, 2011. At one time I was writing in it just a night when I couldn’t sleep so the dates are mixed. I don’t care. Do you?

Worry is such a sin that right away when I begin, I shut down all my mind and strength and go to such an awful length to deny my worries, oh, and not to ask that they will go, but to bury them where they’ll most do harm and cause my soul a high alarm. Lately though, I start to think, if I’ll admit, I will not sink. So now I say, I’m worried Lord, please throw my worries overboard. He comes, He does, as I have asked, and soon my worries all have passed.

Admit it daughter and come to me . I’ll deal with pain and set you free.

“Let us pass away over unto the other side.”

Mark 4:35

How do you deal with worry?