The Power of Words

When Yahshua was leaving his disciples he told them he was going to the Father, that he would be preparing a room for each in his Father’s house, for there were many mansions.

Yahshua told the disciples and the people of the day that the kingdom of heaven is within, that he and the Father were one and that just as he and the Father were one, so we would be One with them – thus no longer a them but an us.

Yahshua told the peoples to go into the closet, shut the door and pray – without saying it, my reading between the lines…the closets of each of their hearts (you and me).

For me, all of these words came together this morning (Aug 28, 2010) in my meditation time.  They are pieces of a puzzle for me, and possibly for you.  I’ve been going through some housecleaning (again another word comes to mind, again the word to clean the inside of the cup) and in the course of these past several weeks, possibly even months for it all blends, I’ve been in the closet of my heart and have actually undergone physical symptoms, but a week ago, of something being ripped out of my chest; it felt like I was having a heart attack…and it hurt; it hurt like hell.  Perhaps the physical pain was the symptom of the seeds of hell, anger, jealousy and divisiveness being ripped out of me, from the very roots.  It sure felt like that and if I think about the pain I can, even now, feel it!

So, back to my message this morning – you know one of those “Ah ha!” moments when the light bulb comes on, and the answer, the solution is so darn simple you wonder and might even speak out loud, “Now why in heaven’s name didn’t I realize that long ago?”

We are – hear me – we are, first of all Spirit.  We are made in His Image. We are a part of Him, just as Yahshua is a part of Him.  The Father is not divided, and if He can be given physical attributes, He has one Heart. His Heart’s desire is that none be lost.  The mansion, the room prepared for each and every one of us, is in fact in us, because we are in Him.

Guess what folks – just as I saw this morning – I am one of His many mansions.  He is residing in My Heart, in Me.  The room of me is being made ready, cleaned out if you will, for His Holy Presence for where He is, evil and all those nasty things cannot reside.  Perhaps, just perhaps the great physical pain I felt was because of His Awesome presence, the pending approach of His Presence to my Mansion when evil and all that is unholy, knew He approached…and like the spirit drove the pigs over the cliff, the evil fled from His Pending approach; He didn’t even have to arrive.  The greatest physical pain I felt at the height of it all was perhaps when He first stepped into the soil of my heart and the evil fled that had me captured, a prisoner of doubt and all that does not belong to and is not of Him who created me in His image.

Just perhaps, you and I, His mansions, are being prepared for an awesome indwelling.

In closing let me tell you that it was only yesterday I realized the front door of my heart was ripped wide open, to remain open, for the easy coming and going of Love.  When I first got this vision of someone taking my heart by their heat, fingers reaching into the centre and ripping the outside casing to each side…I thought it was that I might be cleaned out, and then the skin, if you will, would heal and close the open wound.  Yesterday I was told it would never again be shut.  There is still work to be done, for at some point soon, the heart of my mansion will have no walls at all – open for love to freely flow.  There will be no distinctive walls in fact to say that it is my mansion – it will simply be a mansion of love.  Ours – you know, Abba, Yahshua, the high priests and priestesses, kings and queens…reigning – One Heart, One Mansion.

In closing I share a simple phrase, a Truth, that has been singing (ringing, speaking) in my head most of this past week, even upon arising in the morning, and that is, Love hurts (but),Love Heals.  You see, I’ve spent most of my life running away from love, because I couldn’t stand the pain.  An extra sensitive and sensory person who seems to absorb the pain of others, I’ve spent my life avoiding feeling because I felt it was just too much to bear.

Then He showed me, had me know that I know, Child, love hurts (but in doing so) it heals.