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The Shade Of Love


God’s Thoughts To Me

They were scattered everywhere across the ground and were completely dried out.

Then He asked me, “Son of Man, can these bones become living people again.” (Ezekiel 37:2b – 3, NLT).

Exhaling Dew Drops


I live and revel with holy reverence in the glory of Your Presence, my Beloved … my Lord… King of my heart.

My vulnerable spirit marvels and rejoices with each new breath, filled with your goodness and grace, refreshing like early morning dew.

My hungry heart delights in every single heartbeat of Your Resurrection … exhaling Your love onto the lifeless valley and its inhabitants where I was once a prisoner of the evil queen of death.


You teach me with endless patience and mercy how to live in the exquisite, gentle reality and power of Your grace-filled Resurrection … the reality of your new Life.

I barely owned a last breath of the lies of self-sufficiency, when you rescued me from eternal extinction in the religious Valley of Dry Bones … in that world where You inhaled our sin and death and exhaled Your eternal Life.


My heart, darkened by the deceptions of the evil one, and puffed-up by my own imagined importance and performance, was paralyzed … unable to detect the direction from where the Wind of Your Life was blowing.

But when You softly and gently kissed me with the butterfly kisses of Your Resurrection Love, my heart delightfully came alive … baptized into the Kingdom of Eternity in You.


You allowed me to go back to that dreadful valley, where millions of souls were still living in utter barrenness and darkest death … lifeless skeletons … there where I was a vessel of your Life out of the putridness of death.

The Eternity of Your Breath was the gentle, mighty Spirit of Life who exhaled grace upon grace, slowly seeping into the dryness of these thirsty, parched dry bones, grinning the rigor mortis grimace of death.


You filled my empty, seeking heart to the utmost with the a beauty of Yourself … You became Springs of Living Water, bubbling delightfully in my innermost … a life-giving oasis in the cruelest desert … the narrow Way leading to life … leading to Your Loving Embrace.

Much love and sweet blessings xx


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The Empty Tomb


God’s Thoughts to Me

Then the angel spoke to the women, “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I know you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as He said would happen. (Matthew 28:5-6 NLT)”.

Jesus told her, “I am the Resurrection and the Life. (John 11:25a NLT)”.

He Is Risen

Our Pappa God knows the human race from the inside out. He is the only one that knows us better than we do ourselves. His eyes sees our smallest DNA structure and understands perfectly why we do what we do!

After all, He created us! Even when we are unable to love ourselves and have a heart filled with self-contempt, He loves us nonetheless!


To explain His Kingdom to us mere mortals, He often uses parables for He knows we are slow of understanding when it comes to spiritual things. Sometimes we find a parable hidden in the most unlikely places.

The Sunday morning after our Lord Jesus’ crucifixion, we find such a pearl buried in the happenings at the tomb and the words of the angel. I needed eyes to see and know the signifigance of what happened there.

A worried Mary Magdalene and a few other women went with perfumed spices to annoint our Lord’s body, not knowing how they would open the tomb.


But our Pappa, as always, took care of that when He sent an angel on the wings of an earthquake to roll away the stone.

Yet, not to make a way for the women to annoint the dead, but to release our risen Lord Jesus from the jaws of death that was not able to keep Him in its grip, for He is the sinless One.

I can just picture in my mind’s eye the magnificence of the scene; the bright, marvellous light of our Pappa’s angel, dressed in brilliant white clothes, rolling away the stone. No wonder the guards fainted of shock and the women were frightened.


The ladies were short of memory and forgot our Lord’s words that He would be raised after three days. I seem to have at least a short memory in common with them!

The angel chided them for seeking the Living amongst the dead when he showed them the burial cloth that was placed at the spot where our Lord’s head was lying.

I have been pondering this issue during this Easter season and realized that too often we do the same as these women. We seek the living Lord Jesus amongst the dead tombs of religion, theology and doctrines.


Even before the crucifixion, Jesus told us that He is the Resurrection and the Life, not the crucifixion and the death!

In the past, I also attempted to please our Lord Jesus by annointing the empty tomb of my heart with well prepared spices of nonsense.

I didn’t like myself at all and had a hard time grasping the FACT that my Pappa loved me unconditionally!

But, the better-smelling my efforts, the harder I battled to find the Living Lord amongst the empty, lifeless spaces, amongst the shadows of death.


I had to carry my own cross to Golgotha and crucify the “self” that struggled so hard to redeem itself from the grip of death that was imprisoning my heart in the dungeons of the world. To dare to love myself, I knew this was the first step I had to take.

I hung there, so lost and so lonely, dying slowly but surely from everything that pertains to self. I needed to allow our Lord to kill the monsters of shame, self-condemnation, spiritual pride, guilt and all their cohorts.

Especially their Commander-in-chief, General Self-Hatred, died a slow, agonizing death.

imageLike our Lord Jesus my heart also experienced the terror of being separated from my Pappa’s presence and I cried out,

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? (Matthew 27:45b)” even though He never, not even for one second, left me.

This is what sin does to us.

Only when I was able to trust our Pappa enough to allow my emptiness to cry out to deep, following our Lord’s example, “Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands! (Luke 23:46)” could He safely allow me to die to self and enter into His promised rest.

When I breathed my last, our Pappa God Himself, rolled away the stone of my heart, filling me with the eternal life of His Son, allowing me to be reconciled with Him. I was free to love the Source of all Love and myself! What freedom … what peace … what joy!


At long last I was able to say with the centurion and the soldiers, “This man truly is the Son of God (Matthew 27:54b)” .

At long last I lost my life in order to find my new life in Him where I joyfully live forever in His Presence and peace … in His Loving Embrace.

Much love XX


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