In a moment before dawn, you cried out to Me alone in the seeming wilderness: “God, show me, please, the way to go right to the core of Your Heart.”
Dear Ones, you have yet a small resistance to surrender to your own will.
You want to attend a stag party just before your Wedding of a Lifetime. You want a little night off on the town, a futile resistance to the Enlightenment you were destined for. It’s like you joined the army, and you deign to go out on the town dressed in your own clothes for one last time. One little rebellion left as if against robes, and then, off you go.
Your commitment has always been to Me. Now, you want one last tumultuous fling, a little sputter you call freedom that signifies nothing at all. You can’t go back to what never was. Now…
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