This word is submitted by Barbara Boul (BABuol@aol.com)
My Sweet Child
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My sweet, sweet child this is a season and process of cleansing and
purging.
This is bathing in My laver. I will tenderly clean and clear away all
impurities. For I do not bruise or abuse my children. I lavish them with
my
perfect love. There is no fear in my love! My hand will be tender upon
you
through this process. You shall be purified. You are right when you say
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tears are part of the cleansing. The tears help to soften all to be
washed
away.
So, My sweet, sweet child allow the torrents of tears to come.
Grieving is a gift from Me. Cry in My arms. I am using my strong right
arm
to rescue you. You indeed are worthy to me. You are the apple of my eye.
You are more precious than silver or gold to Me. I have an everlasting
love
in My heart for you.
Press in, Press in, Press in, Yes ~ Press in. I
will
help you as you press in. But I am a God that gives my child a choice.
Once
you press in My arms will wrap around you. I will draw you in! I am the
bread of life! Rest in me! Learn to rest in me!
Under His Wing,
Barbara