God's Intensive Care

The longing of knowing and, of being myself resonates with the Universe. Trusting that the stairs to heaven are there even when I have no clue where to find them, I step out knowing that Mother Nature will support me and always ready to catch me when I fall, I proceed. I admitted myself to God’s Intensive Care.

I let my sprit guide me, fully aware that some times I have no clue what I am doing or supposed to be doing. I know that God will direct my paths and use the detours as lesson breaks and of course full time discipline. He always leaves my integrity in tact. He never adds more poison to the infested area. Instead of the hammer of the burden of judgement, he uses his gentleness to breath new life into the troubled spots of my being.

I do not know how long it will take him however I know that with him time stands still when he is attending to his lost sheep.

The prodding of the rod and the strokes of his staff is well worth setting aside my hurry up banner and let Soul love me. All I have to do is to love myself like she loves me.