Coming earlier than the main guest, I think I treated Jesus like a visitor in my heart. I didn’t realize that the feast could have already started.
He already came, who am I waiting for?
Why did I treat Him like He was unwanted? Why did I speak to Him only just to be polite, and why was my attention on the window?
The One who had to come,… came!
If not, He is just a calling away.
Everything that teems outside is agony.
Come back to the table and give honor to the King! He is yearning for your attention.
I was invited recently in her house, I thought only for dinner, but she told me I could stay forever.
Wow!..I rejoiced exceedingly , I waited for so long to be invited.
I loved her, I missed her so much but I didn’t want to be rude and rush into her house, I just knocked to the door sometimes.
Well… one night she opened. First time unsure, but I was accepted. She had tears in her eyes, trying to hide them at the beginning, but while talking she revealed her heart to Me. It had been broken into tiny little pieces. I asked her if she wanted and had the patience to make it whole again.
Her heart was so broken, that the only way to recover it was for me to hold her in My hands. From that day on She had to keep Me near.
Don’t worry, I told her. People around you will see from Me, just that much you will let them see.
Beautiful months had passed by, I felt wonderful in her house. I helped her clean every corner. I discovered other parts that needed to be clean, that she didn’t know about.
We kept a mood of continual celebration even though outside sometimes there were storms and strong winds tossed the house.
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Lately, she hasn’t come to say “Good morning”. Last night she forgot to tell me “Good night”.. she is looking out the window often, lost somewhere far.
She’s walking restlessly around the house..something is bothering her.
very recently she has left me to eat by myself. I feel forgotten, plus she doesn’t talk to me…I feel like crying.
Seems she expected someone, she told me once about this person, I promised her he has the transport provided and I take care by myself about his maturing but she can’t wait. She is going on the streets, keeps looking to see if he is coming. The neighbors lied to her that she couldn’t be happy until he came… but all she could ever wanted is already inside. I don’t understand why she is looking for him, like she would even recognize him. She would want to pick one of the people walking on the street, I told her to wait, to trust me..
She is tired. She doesn’t even wanna come inside to take a break… I’m in charge anyway. She left me a few times in control, but she kept intervening.
Daughter, let me finish what I’ve started. Trust in the hands that renew your heart, there’s no broken pieces, see? I’ve molded another one meanwhile. Take care now, cause it only recognize the comfort of the Creator. Don’t rack your brain with Prince Charming. Let’s celebrate. Meanwhile I shape him and I direct his steps, he won’t miss your house. Pay attention to My Voice, this is the only way to hear him knocking, this is the only way to distinguish it from others who go from door to door and knock, pretending to be Prince Charming, but actually they are disguised frogs.
I love you, can you hear Me?”
