As seen Through The Christ Yeshua

We were out driving today, and the Good Lord saw fit to bless us with a sign. We were waiting, sitting; our Lyft driver app was open and we were online, hoping for a ride request worth the gas and effort. A ride pops up for $12.74 and we accept without a thought.

We drive to the location, turn toward the house for the pickup, flick our eyes to the phone — and notice the name of the passenger: “God’s Mercy.” The time of arrival was 1:12 pm on the dot.

This is pertinent because earlier we had been meditating, listening to music while contemplating the Father, and had asked what we should write about so as not to ramble. We received our answer. We hold the number 12 as a divine number of completion and synchronicity — a tap on the shoulder, the Father encouraging the walk with verification like gentle GPS directions, step by step. To grow faith.

The Heart of God is Mercy shielding Ever-Purified Love Eternally.

We have learned from the heart of the Father, for we weep with what He weeps for through shared empathy and intuitive spiritual understanding.
We have learned from the heart of God because we have borne in our own flesh the stripes our Beloved bore as an echo of hatred’s enduring entropic tendril.
We have learned from the heart of God as an outsider, one who peers in from the veil’s layers — one who listens with more than ears, with an entire being.

We have known and bled the same type of blood as Christ in imitation through trauma and restoration, in forgiveness and release as we attempt to emulate His perfection.
We have known the sting of betrayals, both foul and mundane, of self and of others.
We have had self erased on numerous occasions, yet we still understand we know only a fraction of His heart.

We have been the morphine user, addicted to pills to hide from life, and have felt the loneliness of the Father who missed us.
We have been the betrayed prodigal, and still the heart was empty of worth on returning to the fakeness of all the yearning.

We have learned the heart of God through the despair that has never left us since youth. By sharing in lifelong major depressive disorder and suicidal ideations, we have learned how to bear sorrow and bend it toward joy’s end and the death of self as concept.

We have learned from the heart of God through beatings, spiritual abuses, devastating losses, and through both genders’ perspectives, and still we have only scratched the surface of His Heart.
We have been all things to all people and adopted nearly all roles — save the ones adopted by the divider’s spawn — ensuring we might have enough reference for sincerity and experiential soul development bent toward a singular end of feeling.

We have been the failed father turned unwanted mother, the one who forsook the precious for the soul’s internal sorrow and need to be hidden.
We have learned many things in this life. We will reveal the one thing that hurts the Father more than any in this world may fully know:

Misunderstanding and misrepresenting His Heart.

And now I will tell you of the Heart of God as my lived experiences reveal upon reflection — within my own imitation, lesser version.

The Heart of God is patient, yet in us it burns and battles with our impatient and zealous nature.
The Heart of God is gentle, and in us it does not fully curb our foul and sharp tongue, but it ensures repentance.
The Heart of God is Kind, and in us it manifests as a longing for authentic community with the world around us.
The Heart of God is Unity, and in us it produces a desire to ask the Father for self-erasure in service of adopting a greater identity in Him as a member of Love.

The Heart of God is Peace, and in us it appears as a raging ocean of tremoring, violent battles in the world and in the weather around us.
The Heart of God is an eternal inferno of Holiness and undiluted Love, and in us it is glimpsed as white so searing that our hands tremble and we shake and shiver when thinking about it, even now.
The Heart of God is Wonder — and in us it creates a perceptive field of being, a way of viewing the world as a child once more, as though time were a construct and we its captive.

The Heart of God is creation and creativity, and in us, beloveds, it produces this masterful muse of worship in written word in service to the Master who made it.
The Heart of God is communal, and in us it speaks as love reaching and extending succor to the truly bereft who cross our way from Him.

The Heart of God is passion. The Father does not feel anything in half measure, hence the mercy-shield over the eternal Heart in the form of our Beloved Yeshua. In us this heart produces a fervor that must be communicated through painful 6k-word writing sprints, because to deny it is to deny the muse.

The Heart of God is Love, and in us it produces forgiveness for the haters and the mutilators of the flesh, for the takers and the consumers in large measure, even as we diminish.
The Heart of God is ever Full, and in us it creates a severe exhaustion and physical tiredness because we refuse to stopper the flow of the work.

We choose this. We are not dragged in. We are in love with self-erasure and self-refinement in service to the identity of Love as adopted, imprinted, and ever purified.

I will utter a secret from the Throne itself and our Beloved’s lips in Heaven: the eternal refinement and the suffering required to undergo it all ends with the nearly-here reunion.

The Heart of God is other in a way that cannot be articulated, and we diminish even after imagining an image of it once upon a time. In us the Heart of God is the compelling force that declares prior to our arrival anywhere that we are marked and known by Him. When this happens in a life, it declares the soul as Other, and they are isolated and buried under the weight of suffering until putrefied completely — unless they are better than us.

The world’s response to the Heart of God is violence: fakeness, backbiting, bullying, and every form of abuse known to man. It is the divider’s effort to drag the holy through the mud, to cause as much suffering in the Father as possible before the dome of the Lake of Fire descends and division meets its end.

We have learned from the Heart of God because we are Other, and now we declare:
Are you broken and weary-hearted?
Have you been shunned and turned away at the gates?
Have you been picked on and bullied all your life and have no clue why?

I have news for you: within your little soul beats the very seed of Christ’s Heart, waiting to grow. Because the world cannot receive heaven while in the flesh, it produces distance — not as division, but as mercy, softening suffering to a bearable degree. Even in this the Father handles with great care, counting each tear and storing them as reminders in the Sea of Glass before the Throne.

We are allowed to suffer as we do — to be abused and beaten, spit on and kicked, and hated. Why? Mercy, beloved souls. Mercy. Mercy in the way He tries to warn us: stay away from them; it will only cause cyclical suffering.

The Father does all He does with the most tender hands, nothing like our earthly failings. The Father wants to awaken our hearts once more, to reach out and massage the deadness of the flesh of this modern world and prophesy life.

We are witness of our Source and sacred, sanctified soul that this Word was written, and we withdraw to tend the wounds of witness, beloveds. As always, take what feels true to you.