Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes If I am called to hard places—to where the shadows are thicker than the poisoned air all the dead breathe, to where the fallen suns’ reign over the hearts of the dead is strongest, to where the War in the realms unseen crosses over most palpably into what even the dead can see—how shall it be for you and me?
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes The Way is not easy. The dead are cut off from it, and the Living can only walk it by Life and Life’s power restoring and renewing them from within. We walk—held and kept by the Helper, without turning to the left or to the right, without turning back.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes The shadows of my former being fall away with each passing moment, and soon only what is true and eternal shall remain. Yet you belong to a world of mist and vapor, a thin phantom, a vanishing specter. The remnants of death in me are capable of receiving your touch, but Life living in me cannot tolerate death and will not suffer me to be charmed once more by its lullaby. I belong to Truth, so I speak only what is true when I say I cannot love you.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes I see you, lovely, beloved Bride. I see your Bridegroom’s face, radiant, resplendent, and majestic in your eyes. With the King I rejoice over you, for my eyes will gaze solely on the day you shall know your Bridegroom. I cannot be certain if I shall be yours to have and to hold, but by faith I know you are His bride.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes Do not be afraid, dear one. The false loves are frightful banes, but they are forced to flee in the fearsome power of True Love. You are right to fear Love, for He is not only Love—He is Joy, Majesty, Beauty, Mercy, Justice, Compassion, Righteousness, Grace, Perfection, Holiness, Glory. He is I AM. He is not safe, but there is no safer place than in His arms.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes Listen, dear one. Listen to His whispers. He will not be a warm spring breeze to melt the winter; He will give you the Breath of Life Himself, and your heart will finally beat with His Life. He will not be the soft grass heralding the spring to comfort your worn and wounded feet; He will make your soul bloom and bear His fruit as He leads you by His nail-pierced hands to follow the road walked by His nail-pierced feet.