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IT AIN’T PRETTY, BUT I AM HERE!
I heard your spirit within yourself say,
"It ain't pretty, Jesus, but I am here."
You were reflecting on the struggle that you had to come
to Me this morning.
I know.
I was with you.
You did fine by My standards.
I know that your heart is in the right place.
Your heart's desire is to walk in My Love.
You are My friend.
You are.
Shaking the dust from your mind
gets in the way of your heart's desires.
You can find all sorts of excuses.
You know yours.
I do not have to repeat them.
I am the whiskbroom of the dust in your mind.
I whisk away each particle gently and lovingly.
As you cooperate with My graces I clean house.
All the debris of your lies within your psyche
is swept away by My Love.
Your mind learns that it must respect your will.
Your psyche's false ego learns
that your heart's desires are the way to your true self.
Thus there are morning skirmishes for control of you.
You can bet that I will always win.
I wonder why that is so?
I am God, the Most Holy Sprit.
I read between the lines of your mind.
I open avenues of thought that go straight to your heart.
I know what your heart desires.
I move heaven within you to spark your will to be Me in you.
I ignite the fire of My Love within you
by just glancing your way.
The rest becomes history.
You emerge strong and healthy.
You are filled with My Love.
You come to Me.
That is all that matters.
Despite your thoughts to the contrary, it is pretty.
I know it is your love of Me that brings you here to Me.
Your dust is gone
with the gentle breeze of My Most Holy Spirit.
Doesn't it feel good?
Aren't you glad
you stumbled and scratched your way to Me today?
Isn't it great to be home for a little while?
Congratulations are in order for you My friend!
You have fought the fight
and, with the help of My grace, won.
Welcome home
