February 1st? Here I am Lord. What do you see, and how can I help thee?

Do you see Christ in me? Some do, some don't, ...so what. Let me tell you, that I have seen christ in you, in your eyes, your smile, in the way you love those around you. I see the way you hold your child. I see you your smile, and I feel your embrace. In the work that you do, for the whole human race. No wonder he hears you when you pray, is alert and attentive to your call. For you are his child, the Father of all, no one is worthless, each unique and called. He does not call the qualified, when he calls. He qualifies the called, to the do work that;s been given. When he asks if you will follow: say "Here I am Lord" ready and willing. I am here to listen, look into your dreams as crazy as they may be, or simple and humble and filled with good deeds. We cannot do great things, only little acts with great love. I am humbled by your mercy, I am the prodigal child. I came home with nothing, and you embraced me and reminded me that no matter what I had done. Prepared a great feast to welcome me home: and my tears fell from my eyes through the tracks on my face. Not tears of pain, but happy tears interlaced. The joy in my heart to know that at the end of my pain, when I finally let go of the chains and sins of the past. When finally I desired a place at your side, no matter how many crimes. You told me you loved me, and the sin of my soul died. Now I would die to my ego and selfish pride, I would die for your people: as you died for me. Father forgive me, I did not understand: that even in sin you saved this simple heart. Whenever you need me, I am ready to go: but I look upon this land and see there is much work to do. Do not ask for what he will do for you, rather ask how may I serve them, prepare for the best. Put food on the table, give them a safe place to rest. Pat them on the back, and give them a high five. Encourage them to try again, and prepare the way. Christ is alive. You see christ in me....well I see christ in you. It is the only reason I persist in the work that I do. To smile at the child that is still in you, and see that light in your eyes that inspires me to love all the beauty inside. No matter the troubles you seem to face, if your walking through fire or striding with grace. I have emerged from the fires of hell: to be molded and washed, prepared like silver in a cauldron of fire: Burned ever so slowly till the impurities melt away, and the refiner sees his image in my face. Now I am ready to do the same, sharing my story of redemption and mercy, and a peacefulness rising from pain.

He loves you.......

I know he does.....