Who am I to my people?
They do not know me.
MY heart is a foreigner to them
They do not believe Me. Why are they ashamed of Me?
Why are they afraid to fall into My depths?
What will become of those who do not know Me?
Lost and abandoned, but I say I did not abandon them, they abandoned Me.
I sat at their bedside night after night
They were mine
Now they are themselves’
They are in the world
Each a Foreigner.
Am I to be a Father to that which is foreign to Me?
The world cannot exist in Me, I come down into the world through My vessels of honor that cleave to Me and that are intertwined with ME.
I do my business through them.
Who are they to Me?
They are Mine. They are each marked for My purposes. They have Me engraved on their hearts, minds, souls and their spirits are found deep in Me.
I am doing with them what a Father does with his beloved. I am fulfilling every promise, giving every gift. I delight in what is mine. Never will I be separate from what is mine. I will guard over them like a lioness to her cubs. I will annihilate everything and anyone who dares harm MY beloved. I reserve a special vengeful wrath for those that look down on My beloved. For when My beloved are beheld in a dim light by the world, I am held in a dim light….and My WRATH….
My Wrath will be poured on those who forsake Me and forsake My Chosen, MY Beloved.
Children I yearn that you all are counted in the Beloved, in the Remnant, and as the Bride fit for My Son.
-Aaron Betz