Reserved for You- A Look Back at #Booknvolume

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BooknVolume, otherwise known at BnV, will be celebrating its TENTH Anniversary this year.  Can you believe it?  I surely can’t.  But I thought it might be fun to take a look back over the next few months at some of my early blatherins…er, I mean posts, to see where it all began.  I hope you’ll enjoy the reminiscing as much as I do 🙂

Original posted August 11, 2013

When all the world is closing in and fear and doubt hang like rhapsody in enigmatic terror, life becomes a whirlwind that can easily lead you, twisting and turning, down the wrong alleyways; stumbling into darkness even before realizing. Labyrinth of confusion; darkness leading into darkness, grasping and pulling at your legs, tripping you, entwining you, making you stumble, making you fall. Uncertainty follows close on confusion’s heels, making each step more baffling than the last, as you try to see in the dimness, seeking a way out, but paradoxical conundrum leads down unfamiliar avenues and before you realize your mistake, you find yourself entirely lost.

Alone in the murk of restive passages and upon unhallowed ground, you creep in bitter incongruity; as the enemy closes in on all sides, taunting. Two choices face you blatantly: Hide yourself in the unsavory undergrowth or call out to Me. Villains clamor on both sides, seeking exploitation of rash imprudence, derision sharp and caustic, yet tempting intrepidity calls from the shadowy wilderness, harkening to your brazen boldness until you follow.

Lavish wonders, full of blasphemy; delicious alchemy, wrought with irreverence, toying with your immortal spirit, tattering robes of golden silk spun for you alone as Hades breathes contagion. Willing transgression, mortal suffering breeds contempt and blame, worse than any torture, more bitter than arsenic. Worthless, reckless, piteous fool; unfit, ungrateful, and filled with greed, O listen not to your own accusing! Filled with deceit your condemnation is, standing against My every desire to Draw you close, to Lift you up out of the pit of despair into which you’ve fallen, blocking every Loving Blessing I long with all My Heart to Bestow.

Turn not aside from Me in sorrow or in guilt. Look not into the darkness seeking sanctuary when I stand waiting, Arms Outstretched, to Hold you, to Heal you, to Restore you. This may blighted perplexity seem to tarnished thought and clouded sight; yet in your sorrow, lift your head and see Me standing ever near. No change required; no costly alteration needed; no sacrifice too vast to bear, for I have already Given All that is necessary.

All I ask of you is this: Love Me. Trust Me. Walk with Me one single mile and Let Me show you all the Blessings and Bounty I hold reserved for you alone.

~Morgan~
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