EYE HATH NOT SEEN NOR EAR HEARD...

...NEITHER HATH IT ENTERED INTO THE HEART OF MAN, WHAT THINGS GOD HATH PREPARED FOR THEM THAT LOVE HIM.  

   Sometimes the deepest wounds do not bleed.  Oftentimes they are invisible, known only to the bearer.  The All-Knowing One, He sees...He feels...and bears it in tandem with thee.

   He, Who knows all thoughts, motives,and actions--is aware.  Nothing escapes His Gaze or...His Heart.  Though, He is Spirit--He is more tangible, complete and reality than any flesh!

   His Mysteries barely revealed, His Mercies and Grace are limitless to those He calls His Own.  Who does He call His Own?  Those...whom He foreknew would seek Him; that would carry within them a soul of goodness, love and sensitivity to His Whispers.

   Trapped with a limited fallen nature in a flesh body--He planned a deliverance and restoration to them who yearn for Him and His Vision.

   He is near to them who cry, His tears flow also.  When their hearts ache, the Creator experiences that same aching pain emanating from His Creature; the pangs of hungering, desiring, and wounds wretch His Core.

  In the midst of thunder, wind and lightning; behind the threshold of immense power, there is a well of tears--borne out of pure love for those stricken by the darkness.  Beyond the light, sits a Throne of Peace--outside of time and space.  Many are welcomed there and still more will never make it there.  His Promises fall on deaf ears.  To those who lay claim to them--the journey seems almost impossible with the chaos and confusion and wounds.  They struggle, stand, fall, crawl--but when their heart is worn and their spirit overwrought--a Sword  of Light appears; because He knows who will reach up to take hold. Some call them Angels. Some call them just good people. Some never recognize them at all.  They touch us in a way that none others can, as if they knew what was needed, to remind us...Goodness remains.

   Evil may triumph on any given day in appearance--but unseen to the naked eye--is the Spirit of God buried in the rubble--still beating and pulsating in the heart of a man, a woman, and a child.

Nothing can kill God, and if God be in you, then you are complete.