Dear Diary,
Today i share with you the following story.
Let me introduce you to the little girl who lives inside of me. Her name is Mercy Pure. She does not follow my directions. She does whisper wise things into my ear. How do i know that the things she whispers are wise? Let me tell you. Its the opposite of what i think is right.
Like one of these classic compasses.
But, her wisdom is always up to date. It's not necessaraly a roadmap. Although i get lost very easily. With her words she softens my heart.
Her wisdom comes from a perfect, heavenly and trusthworthy source.
It goes against everything this world teaches.
Not long ago, my vision started to become less clear. So i went to see an optician. He told me that the time for me had come to wear glasses. Although the decline is very small.
And there it was. Her voice. This is what she told me:
"Don't worry! Don't worry about the decline of your eyesight, through which you see the outward. I say unto you that even if you get blind, that doesn't mean that you you're not able to see. Don't be sad. A building with structual defects, must be broken down.
Out of the brokenness an entirely new creation is build.
That doesn't mean that your eyesight is not important or needed. I am saying that your vision on the outward needs to be colored with the colors of a soft and merciful heart. These are the glasses through which the inward is clearly seen. Its about letting the old go. About your surrender to the One through whose eyes you are about to see. Don't worry. Don't be afraid. It's not because you or anyone else deserves it. It's not given because what you've done or can do. But because its needed. It's Pure Mercy.