My Father said: My Son, it is time. Time for My love for you to be among them. Time for My splendor to be heard with their ears, seen with their eyes, felt with their hands. For You it will be a difficult splendor. I said: Not My will, but Yours. Let it be to Me. The only way was to trust My Father. as angels stood aghast, I let go the privileges of deity and was swept into the desire of the Mighty One. The glory overshadowed a young girl, and I emptied Myself. I heard Him say, I will never leave you, My Son. Never. And then the darkness. As I floated in her water, Mary brooded over Me with songs. It was comforting. But then her voice stilled, her heart raced, her breathing came labored. The darkness thinned, the light grew; something was about to change. Behind it all, a voice faint but unmistakable, like whispered joy: My Son, it's time. Touching Wonder by John Blase
Imagine being in the highest position of heaven, and then, with angels standing aghast, you give up everything and step into the humble, helpless form of a baby.
Time pulled eternity from the womb of a girl, and bloodstained Love spilled on the hay. Bravely done, My child. It is only just beginning. Touching Wonder by John Blase
have a wonderful Christmas season!
Grace, always grace
Hannah
