some one or some thing is or
has been coloring your world
with scribbles of black.
oh, not solid black, but
just enough to prevent
you from seeing the
colors in true clarity.
the colors have
not lessened
in intensity.
rather your
ability to experience
them is hindered
by the the illegible lines
scrawled across your world.
you wonder how the scribbles
got there and how you
did not notice the
rate with which they
were multiplying.
My beloved,
darkness of any type
tends to creep in oh so slowly,
one. scribble. at. a. time.
you can still see around it,
so you simply adjust your vision.
then another appears,
and another and
another and
soon you find
yourself focused
on the black scribbles
rather than the beauty
of the colors so vibrant.
and your heart begins to
feel a heaviness almost akin
to sadness and you are
left wondering
why?
when?
where?
and your reaction is
guilt. doubt. confusion.
hear Me well, My child.
it matters not whether the lines
were scribbled by someone else,
by your own hand, or both.
the colors of My grace are far more
brilliant than any scribble of black.
you cannot do this on your own.
the scribbles of black can be
erased only by My grace and
by My hand and
by My love.
you need only give that
which is weighing so
heavy and
obscuring
your vision
to Me, for I love you.
weary and carry heavy burdens, and
I will give you rest...take My yoke
upon you...let Me teach you...
because I am humble and gentle
at heart, and you will find rest
for your souls...for My yoke
is easy to bear and the
burden I give you
is light."
Matthew 11:28-30
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