The very first prayer I remember praying before the race was Lord I want to be more like you, I want to have a heart like you and love my brothers as you have loved me. Not realizing the depth or the meaning I prayed this, it was just not a prayer but the yearning of my heart. Tonight it dawned on me that was the desire of my father’s heart for me.
Tonight I saw myself from the eyes of my father and it was not what I expected, I saw my cup over flowing, as it was overflowing with guilt, worthlessness, pity, fuming anger and revenge flowing out, as I was seeing this The most ravishing scene started to unravel his beautiful love being poured and over flowing my cup over past, present and future. His love makes it worth it all. Over filled with his joy that cannot be taken away I looked back at my cup and it was not cup ha ha, but it was replaced with my father’s heart.
This season of healing and restoration that my father is sending me through is never easy. As I come out of it I know that was fire I went through but when I walk out I realize that I walk in the field my father has placed ripe for harvest where the soil (the ground) (the foundation) is grace. When I look back at the fire that’s when I realized that I passed through the eyes of fire, which did not burn me but places a hungry fire that consumes me from inside out for more of his infinite love. Bold as a lion I will go deeper into His eyes of fire that will burn in me. His eyes are my mirrors. Thank you Lord for your reveal your eyes to my brothers and sisters that read this. God bless you thanks for reading
