January
20, 2014
“How
often does a man look up to heaven in a day?
He looks at his fellow workers, at himself in the mirror, at the
television, at the floor as he walks … How often does he raise his head to look
at Me? There are souls living today that
have never raised their eyes to heaven.
It has not entered their minds.
They are self-sufficient in themselves and feel no need of anything.
Pride
enters into a soul relying on self. God
is banished from his dialogue. He lives
to accumulate possessions, to be honored by the world, to possess riches and
beauty and love affairs. His entire life
is spent running after the illusion of a satisfying lifestyle.
Only
when tragedy strikes is he stopped in his path of self-love. He cannot control his environment … a loved
one dies, he loses his health. His dream
lifestyle is interrupted by reality.
This is a great grace from a loving God trying to get his
attention. God gives man total freedom,
but with freedom comes responsibility.
Souls will have to give an account of their stewardship at the end of
their lives. What will be enduring? What will have mattered? What will be eternal? When a man stops running incessantly and
becomes more aware of his spirit within, his perspective changes. He realizes that he has so few days on earth
to live. He recognizes his frailty, his
weakness, his impotence to handle life’s demands. He is a speck of dust in a world of unending
galaxies. He recognizes just who he is
in the sight of God.
Spirit
awareness is a great gift from God and is only given to those who seek it in
the silence. There is no other way to
come to know your soul or your God.
Noise and agitation completely block off your encounter with God. You remain a child in darkness forever, for
you cannot even see yourself, much less the world, as it is. How can I make you understand, My children,
the eternal realities that you will one day face? You are running ahead, ignoring your eternal
destiny. Not even I can stop you by
curtailing your freedom. Your freedom is
My gift to you, but how it grieves Me to see how you have used it …”
Your Father, Waiting for You
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