A Journal Submitted by: Belinda-Marie Purkey
Belinda-Marie, My goodness is poured into every detail of My creation. Nothing is insignificant to the creator. Looking at a painting, one sees the big picture. You may see a bird soaring over the mountain top that towers over the roaring waters below. The painter sees each feather on the bird. He sees each tree that clothes the mountain top. He counts the number of waves white with foam. The creator takes intricate care in the details, to leave no stone unnumbered.
Every crevice of every rock, I placed there with My own hands. Every blade of grass, I hand painted it’s very own shade of green…no two exactly alike. Crystal snowflakes fall to the earth, placed precisely where I told them to go. The bird to your immediate left, sitting on the tree is following My instructions. The same sun that bakes the desert is providing only light in the arctic. Waves are dancing to the song I sing. Cattle wait with joy to fulfill My purposes. The fish are swimming to My destination. The branches are swaying to My breath. The stars have individual wattage to vary the degree of light exactly and according to My will.
Every detail, every movement, was ordained by Me. I have taken the utmost care of My good creation. Oh, Belinda-Marie, do you consider the lilies? How much more do I love you, My very good creation. My delight in My creation is dull in contrast to what I see when I look at you. Oh, how much I love you! I count and keep record of the hairs on your head. I assign tasks to each cell of blood that pumps through your veins. I place upon you distinguished markings in freckles and lines, to set you visually apart from another. I refresh your eyes by telling them to blink. I equip you with emotion to outwardly feel.
Do trees experience happiness? Do they hurt when they crack? Are they allowed to cry? No, because I saved the very best of My goodness for the one I love the most. Not the goodness that I have or possess…but the goodness that I AM! I am happy, I hurt, I cry! I would not give that part of Myself to something merely created. I reserve the best of My goodness for the very good of my creation. You are gooder than good!
Again, I do not have goodness, I AM goodness, and there is no besting Me. Thus, I do not say “the best of My goodness.” I chose to give My children the best because out of all of My vast, endless, wonderful creation, you are the treasure of My heart. I did not send My only Son to be beaten, bludgeoned, spat on, humiliated, and sacrificed so that I may have the prettiest of flowers to look at, or the beautiful kitten to delight in.
I will surround Myself with creation but it is you I long to embrace in heaven. It is you that I sacrificed for. I fill you with My Spirit so that you may have a taste of what is to come and so that I may ever prepare your soul. Time is near and I have unlimited seating in the heavenly arena, with more than enough to go around for eternity. Use the days I have given to fill these seats. My goodness abounds and is fueled at My core with the greatest love that man has never known.
Father God, my soul waits for You. Lord I pray that the day will come soon, but no sooner than that of Your will. I pray for the outward expression of the love that You have shown me, and that it will be a beacon of hope to someone in the dark. I ask for the wattage of your brightest star so that anyone who may stop to look at me, will only see You. Father, more than watchmen wait for the morning…more than watchman wait for You. My soul waits! -Amen
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