The sight of His
wound
“Dear Lord,
thank you for allowing more closeness between us.”
“My wonderful
child, I am granting you the requests of your heart. Before your
request is on your lips, I already read it from your heart. Child,
beloved child, our story is a never-ending love story. Don’t you
know it?”
“Yes, I know my
precious Savior.”
In the darkness of my
room, at night, Yeshua’s light was spreading while I was speaking
to our precious Lord. Yeshua took my right hand. His hand was in
mine, but it started swallowing the sight of my own hand. My eyes saw
His wounded palm and wrist. The depth of His wound was visible in
clear sight to me. What He showed me increased my love for Him. I was
feeling on fire for my beautiful Maker. I spent the next minutes in
total awe.
I then remembered I had
asked Him, a few months ago, to show me His stigmata.
It is impressing to see
His wound of love (It is much wider than what many pictures or
paintings show.)
Oh my precious Yeshua,
wounded for me, for us, for all and even for the ones who are still
spitting at Him!
The power and the beauty
of His wonderful love are indescribable.
We are all unworthy such
pure love, but He wants us, He cherishes our souls with such
intensity, with such depth.
There is no greater
expression of love than the fire that emanates from Yeshua’s heart.
“Child, you will
see more. It is the very beginning of your great adventure. Trust me.
Call me. I am here. I love you.”
“You know my
feather is not even strong enough to describe you my mighty King.”
“Yes, my beloved
child, but many people will understand who I am thanks to your
feather. Remember I am guiding your writings.”
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