Have you ever had a connection, one that feels deeper, eternal... you wonder if the Father sighs at two finding one together... They push, they rest, they endure all you throw at them and you do the same for them, in the power of the Spirit... Like the Father Himself, for a moment tore every barrier of fear and lack of yourself from your mind and put into your heart another... No library of wrongs, or overdue books lurking, no bank deposits and withdraws to come... just complete freedom with caution thrown to the wind the mutual payback exploring what it is to be another... different from you and yet recognizable still as in a mirror, a dimly lit mirror in which we one day will see and know all things not yet known to man. To know and be fully known. To choose to be known and fully know...
There is no fear in love... love is not hidden... love is not something... it is not given or taken... it is someone of free will, of understanding far greater than our minute human minds could fathom. Love is active, as is truth and all things eternal. Love without truth is not love.
And in truth it is impossible to be fully loved and fully known by any person. Even the deepest places of our hearts are hidden to self... as the Spirit searches He finds and all things may be brought to light. No Spirit, no light... no being known, no truth, no fear... no love.
Why we were made... to love and be loved... in the Father, in the Son, through the Holy Spirit.
Have you ever lost a connection. One from fear, one from potential damage to a journey you had once been on... that is no longer. One that drained every bit of love you could squeeze from your parched heart... one that you could mourn the rest of your existence, in search for such a love as this again? Could such a closeness ever be known, ever be shared, ever tie your heart up again? Questionable dependence, needed affirmation, always holding onto what has slipped from hands weakened with the clutch of desperation spilling over... over the edge of where you thought your trust would never return.
Trust in someone that does not exist, because no man is trustworthy. Only the holder, inventor, edge of your end, fallen over and caught you in the end can be trusted. The one that looks with you in a mirror, created your reflection and the mirror, the holder of all things beyond, seen in the shadows, working in the deepest parts of you that you search for... He is the one to be trusted.
...He makes something, something from nothing, not from things already known, but of things unknown, not yet created until his breath of life breaths a word, and in the beginning, He is. He makes with a thought, that can only be a thought to our words, but spans the ends of the beginning and the end... a thought known to us, but something different to Him. Complexities made simple as He holds all things and spins such beauty with his very existence..in hands that are only words to Him.
His existence given to man, living in each who asks. He can be trusted.
And as you see his existence in others, you will recognize His voice in each. As you hear and recognize that voice you can trust in the hand holder of all things... the breather of new, never been before life. When you find you are given your trust spot again, trusting others is the simple act of trusting in Him.
Trust him in having a connection, trust him in the loss. In time, as He meets you at the end, outside of time you will see... it is all the same. loss is gain... in his loss you were to gain... and always will. He is to be trusted and connections are given and taken away, for He will receive the glory either way.
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