The One, Me; The One, You.
I wake up each day with an awareness of the drama around me. I am not blind to the emotions, neither am I without my own emotions and questions. Some things I know, other things, I am just learning. The things I know, I do because someone taught me. Who I have become, someone had to bear the shame for me; had to shed blood; had to carry a cross, to be misunderstood, hated, lied on and fought off....... just because He saw the One in me. I call him my mentor. But, oh, he is my father. For the One, he will do everything necessary....unless I stopped being a potential son.
What is the point of making an exception when it will make no difference? What is the point of loving you, when all you see is pain? What is the sense in taking you by the arm even though you have legs, when all you will see is frustration that is being deliberately inflicted? What then is the point in it all? What is the point when all you see is me deliberately trying to throw you under the bus? How can we be anything at all, when there is already a distrust, a suspicion, a false start?
I look at my mentor, and I sure as hell feel his pain. The one you pampered, turns against you in hatred, not seeing the sacrifices and efforts made in love. The ones that thrived, you wonder why you did not pour all of you into them like you did the One. The One, me.
Yet, they say, ALL things work together for good for they that love God and are called together according to his purpose. So the lesson is both for the One and the mentor. And maybe for those watching who felt they should have been given the love instead. To every man, his own lesson.
In all, I regret none. I will keep giving my ALL.... at every turn until each door shuts, until the clouds lift.
This is my own cross. One I have carried over and over again..... and I am still here. Will I be right to say I wouldn't love anyone or pamper them as the spirit leads just because of how they will see me? God forbid! Who am I but a convener of this message? What does it matter how they see me when the Lord is being magnified through my shame and pain? Again, it is not about me, but for going through it, you break me enough to bear your strength.....Only your strength.
What is the point of making an exception when it will make no difference? What is the point of loving you, when all you see is pain? What is the sense in taking you by the arm even though you have legs, when all you will see is frustration that is being deliberately inflicted? What then is the point in it all? What is the point when all you see is me deliberately trying to throw you under the bus? How can we be anything at all, when there is already a distrust, a suspicion, a false start?
I look at my mentor, and I sure as hell feel his pain. The one you pampered, turns against you in hatred, not seeing the sacrifices and efforts made in love. The ones that thrived, you wonder why you did not pour all of you into them like you did the One. The One, me.
Yet, they say, ALL things work together for good for they that love God and are called together according to his purpose. So the lesson is both for the One and the mentor. And maybe for those watching who felt they should have been given the love instead. To every man, his own lesson.
In all, I regret none. I will keep giving my ALL.... at every turn until each door shuts, until the clouds lift.
This is my own cross. One I have carried over and over again..... and I am still here. Will I be right to say I wouldn't love anyone or pamper them as the spirit leads just because of how they will see me? God forbid! Who am I but a convener of this message? What does it matter how they see me when the Lord is being magnified through my shame and pain? Again, it is not about me, but for going through it, you break me enough to bear your strength.....Only your strength.
Hmmm.....I see me right there..
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