Thank you for being here with me, Father.
For allowing me to feel Your presence,
To experience the warmth of Your love,
To imagine You sitting here with me,
A lover, present in all things.
I like to tell myself
I have full faith in You, Father.
Yet, why is it,
That I am surprised?
Unbelieving of Your gifts?
Your answers to my prayers?
For healing me
Why is it, My child,
That you’re uncertain of My work in you?
Of My answers to your prayers?
Why does your belief in Me wobble and waffle,
As you await ‘just one more day’ of healing?
Just one more day to assure yourself
You are really and truly healed?
Really and truly free of the condition
From which I freed you?
Does it have to be gone forever?
This condition, so distracting, so debilitating?
Or could I have answered you
With real relief just for a minute?
Or an hour?
Or a day?
Or a week?
I have freed you
Of your cursed itching now for nearly two weeks.
What is enough relief
For you to thank Me
And offer Me your gratitude?
How long must you find relief,
In order for you to believe
I have answered your prayer?
Performed what to you seems like a miracle?
Rid you of a condition
From which you have suffered for most of 20 years?
Come to me now, My daughter,
And believe in Me, trust in Me,
And in My abundant care for you,
Even in these little nagging things.
I am with you and shower you with My love
Every day in all sorts of little ways.
Slow down and pay attention.
Abide with Me,
Where every good thing,
Abundant and blessed,