A Spirit—Healed Soul Is The Greatest Gift

I remember being a little girl— standing in a rainy cemetery in a white two-piece dress and jacket—trimmed in lime green, (as my aunt Ruth always took such care to the details of my appearance) with a white carnation flower in my tightly curled hair—watching as my mother was being placed in the ground — a voice— “I will take care of you—you will be okay.”

So, I am reminded this morning that—the riches of God’s Grace are what has sustained me—He has provided for Me— protected me ALL of my life—despite everything I got wrong. The world’s ideas and mandates—have never been my source of a soul that was well. I used to sing that song to the top of my lungs, “It is well—it is well with my soul!” Not even realizing that it wasn’t—my soul was wrecked by trauma—loss—abandonment—physical-verbal abuse, and rejection—BUT—when I came to understand fully— that it is well with my Spirit — the place where that mustard seed resided-abided—that place where faith would take hold of salvation — that place that would eventually evolve—develop—and mature in the things—ways—desires and truth of God. This world has never been my source regardless of what it seemed—and the lies it promised. Those treasures in Heaven are not in the afterlife as so many believe— it’s that thwarted— misconception that keeps so many people put off. I understand. We want to see “the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.” And we can— we do—we will. “Thine Kingdom come here in the earth as it already is in Heaven.” Heaven is not aloof—far off and unattainable. However, that what  is seemingly “right” in the world’s mind— is assuredly that which is wrong in the mind of God. What good is it for a man to gain (obtain) all that the world offers and yet lose your soul?  So, yes there’s a difference between soul and Spirit —and reconciliation between the two has been my greatest reward. Christ Jesus — the God-breathed living Word —manifested in the flesh—my source, provider, teacher, parent, healer, protector, help, and hope—has always taken care of me—little ‘ole me.  There is no way I should be where I am now in my life—and it ain’t much— but it’s way more than I deserved—and much more beautiful than the behaviors that could have— should have rendered a bitter outcome—but God—He kept His Promise to me—He took care of me—why me? I have no idea—but I suspect it is because He knows/knew that I would/will not refrain from telling or apologize for Who He is. I will forever praise Him and give Him all the honor and glory for MY life.

Thank you Jesus for your life, light and Love.🕊☀️

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