There’s something I’m not understanding. I know I am a creation of God. And I know that sin broke the original bond. I know that Jesus’ blood has made a door that allows me to enter into the grace of God.
So, everything is complete.
But, I am being haunted.
Voices, eyes, smiles, they won’t let me break free.
Does one ever forget? Or is this part of the joy?
I think now that God sees I understand the death of his son for a doorway into his grace, I believe he is now trying to show me why.
A day does not pass in which I don’t grow closer, in which a new angle is not seen, in which a soul’s eyes do not let me inside their true self.
A day does not pass in which I do not fall more in love with everything God created.
Souls have told me I have helped them become who they are. Does that mean I have aided in their creation?
But perhaps an hour or two or a couple of years will pass and our two earthly souls haven’t been in fellowship, time and space prevents us from sharing those two very things.
Jesus died and rose in order to welcome us into his fellowship, both with him and everyone else, his bride, his grace, his glory, his everything. Is he hurting when we are an hour or two away from each other? Is he hurting when when two members that make up his bride can’t be together?
My collection is growing.
I know more souls now than ever.
I have seen more eyes now than ever.
I have created more smiles now than ever.
And I believe I am beginning to understand why he died.
I can’t imagine what it must feel like to give your own life for your creation…and they not even notice.
I am so sorry God.