No More Snacks

My heart is heavy this morning. Almost like I’m in mourning. Even my very bones are sore from crying within. There is no strength left for the lifting. The church is like a child in a candy store crying out for more candy and Father is sitting up there saying no. He’s saying no because He sees the teeth rotting out in the mouth because we are failing to eat the nutritious food set before us. The food that would cause us to mature and grow into what He has called the church to be. Instead we just keep crying out for the candy. Like we are throwing a temper tantrum and looking foolish in the middle of the store. Father is saying, "Let me help you. Let me get you to the dentist to fix your teeth so you can bite properly into what I have set before you. For I have set a table before you in the presence of your enemy but you are so full of junk that you are refusing to eat the good I have set for you.

"Instead you are looking for the quick that won’t sustain you and that will cause your bite to be weakened. You are oblivious to the fact I am trying to help but you are refusing it. I’m trying to bring you into a place of sustenance but you want the microwave food. I’m trying to get you to a place that you can maintain instead of just a visitation.

"You can’t handle my habitation because you have chosen to eat that which I have not set before you. Snacks used to bring excitement and wanderlust. Now it’s an expectation. I can no longer reward with snacks because that’s all you want now. You have become spoiled and uncorrectable. But I am the One that will right this in you if you allow Me to be your Father once again."

Ha! My heart cries out. Purify me God. Renew a rightness in me that is sustainable and that will be able to carry your habitation. Heal me, cleanse me, and I will be made whole again. God, Abba Father I cry out from my very being. From my core I plea, OH GOD!