I was praying and saying that God could go through my house, my body, among all my possessions, and He could have anything He wanted. Even if I really wanted it and couldn’t live how I wanted to without it.

Because I was choosing to remember that it is His anyway.

It’s all His.

He owns it all and He’s just given it to me to have, or use, or invest, or borrow.

But, after choosing to see that everything I have is really the Father’s, I pictured and imagined Him giving me a little lamb. (And I thought of Trace) and imagined The King giving it to me in a very early, dependent, and weak state, like before it was weaned. Maybe broken in some way, but also maybe not.

Maybe it was just young, and little, and weak. And I imagined me taking extra good care of it.

Like that was the biggest project, job, and therefore purpose for the time being. To grow this little lamb to be healthy and strong because the job was worthy and worth all the effort and all I put into it, all it cost me, even time and everything else – to present a perfect and strong, healthy, fully mature and healed lamb * to the King.

* is when I realized the song “Pour My Love on You” by Rick Pino was playing.

And He was pleased because that’s exactly what He wanted me to do. Nothing more.

All of this was shown to me/given to me almost like a parable and answer to prayer while I was at my church during the hours it’s opened on Mondays for us to come in and pray.

While I am still here, the Father told me to take this from my notepad to the blog without editing it (other than correcting some spelling).

It’s a little bit vulnerable to share something so raw, and new, and personal, but I have chosen to obey what I hear the Father telling me.

“And the King will answer them, ‘Don’t you know? When you cared for one of the least of these, my little ones, my true brothers and sisters, you demonstrated love for me.”

Matthew 25:40 TPT