I will come to believe that some sort of offspring is being made in me. Not the offspring that is another human life, thought so it may be someday, but the offspring that is life, that is right living, that allows me to bear the fruit of truth. Tired of false thoughts, false visions, false motives, I place myself before God who nurtures the good seeds planted.
I am weary. I have allowed the voices of less worthy speakers to enter my mind and disrupt any stillness and calm, the nectar of grace, that I was entering into. Voices that are heard by seeing eyes, or being in the presence of; I no longer want to listen.
I want to listen to the Voice of Promise, even if it means entering the desert or an unknown land, warding off the carnivorous birds of the air so that I might enter into a vision I am meant to see.
Forgive me. Forgive me. Bring light to my eyes, for they look so dark and empty. Bring calm to my heart, and serenity to my spirit. Lord, let me taste the fruit of goodness again.
(Genesis 15:1-12, 17-18, Psalm 105, Matthew 7:15-20)
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