This morning I went to my little garden, where the green or snow and winter-bare branches depending on the season," I meet my Creator in every corner.
a strong flutter immediately alerted me to look at my feet. aúin A pigeon that was not ready to fly, running, fallen from its nest, under the flapping of their desperate
parents ... I got to watch the scene, and the comparison went alone. So are we when Alas we move away from God's eternal plan unprotected away from his shadow.
See what did her mother. I watched from afar, without forcing their clumsy flight and escape, but when I tried to approach him, angrily confronted me by directly in the middle.
I walked cautiously as not to touch it because I knew he would die faster. The human scent away from the recognition of parents ...
In a corner of your memory, your home perfumes wait and surprise you at any time connecting to your home. The scent of lilacs and jasmine. The smell of fresh coffee and toast foods crujientes.Las ate alone at home. The perfume used our affections qeu aromas of a home that beat in your heart of hearts.
For the nap I looked pigeon, and my heart broke. The pigeon was under the summer sun, over 35 degree heat, the water that I put to them was always dry and .... So
are far from God. away from His Grace, away from His love for our own decision "I can only" ... "I do not think" ... "Maybe later" ...
And we, His masterpiece, the work culminates in the creation, His children, made to respond to His love .. We're going home to start our rally messy adventure and adrenaline, and become a sad end.
Far from the only true source of love fall and fall. We are only a pigeon, dying on the floor without you even aware of it.
Far from God's wings, predators lurk.
The enemy of mankind has invented so refined techniques of "predators" that did not notice them. They are apparently so good that we can be satisfied. and fins against the hot wall. Until hunger and thirst make their way.
Work, family, children, profession, wealth, art, fame. The urgent always cover what is important. As the days without diluting the essence and content, the sky hopes.
Then I remembered who would I, if the grace of God had not put people to tell me how to get home ...
For the love of God is expressed in the hands and words and hugs, real people of the Kingdom, the help arrives before the end, we make your booty.
I left the garden and carefully dress some plants near the water and I said, and scatter chopped bread for the pigeon ....
hours later, I saw him running around yet. I do not know if he will live or not. But I tried to get you back on track .. We all need to rediscover the way home, because only back, we find ourselves in the corner. For God, everything will come easily.
Messrs humans tend to seek help when we can no more. is on edge when we change ". And usually at the time, always jumps the judgments of others, rather than an outstretched hand, "you should not" ... "Ah, but then" ... and begin to see ourselves as superior.
When a person "talks", speaks, writes his pain, rage. his secret. It is because enecesita help! no trial, no justifications.
If everyone knew the way back, we had already gone a while. One day I walked so lost that even threatens my life by not find what you are burning inside me. One day I needed to allow others to indicate the return path.
Only love, like an outstretched hand, is the help you prevent us from our free fall, to restore us to safety. Is your life now safe under His wings? extends his care to others. Avolve and help them there.
Forgotten the way home? start praying to the God of all life, and calls back. And then let others show you the path. Pride only leads to an untimely end.
Feeling alone and devoid of that love? requested, and the doors will open again. "Cry to Me, and I will answer" is the phone of Heaven, Jeremiah 33.3.
See how your wings to fly and do not reach your flutter only eestrella on the wall? 0lvida personal power, human beings are creatures not gods. Stop wanting to do it yourself. Ponte Altismo to wrap the shade of the wings of the Almighty God, and grows quiet in Your Home.
If you're so far from your home and your Father, who feel the shame of the separation, the pain of the loss of something that only a single cry in your memory. If you feel that there is no hope for you, you're wrong, your Father longs to hold you, prepare the best meal of the Universe, dressed in fine clothes and put her ring on your finger.
If you're so lost in your root or first to remember who you were when you were the special child, if life has been blocking your true identity, listen to your heart, listen to your destination , is there still cries out in silence, I sing in the silence go back home today. " The birds are born knowing how to return each year to their home. We must choose the way back and pray to be accepted.
Open your heart, listen in silence. Look around and stay tuned. Your Father who sent strange people, who will show you how to return. Take care, are a gift to your life in a loving God.
If
you forgot the way home, do not feel fear or shame, just return. Come home, do not stay on the road dry and dusty. Do not stay in the noise and the fleeting brilliance that the world has to offer. Let your heart be open to the Author of life and let it come into your life. Your first home is a prayer away, Here is a prayer guide for you to talk to your Father
Video: Come home now, Lily Goodman
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