Untangled
Untangled “Other seeds fell on good soil and produced grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty” (Matthew 13:8). In the break of morning, as sunlight falls gently on flowers not yet opened, know that I fall softly, too. I am the light that covers all the land. Some flowers stretch their stems high to be covered by the light. Some are tangled in weeds that block the light from reaching their faces. And darkness is what covers. But light filters through all darkness, child. Nothing cannot be untangled. There is a way out from the mess of secrets and distorted truths, from a focus on treasures that sap energy from weary roots rather than let sweet water flow. I reach down with My hands and untangle the mess—creating order from disorder. But all can get tangled again. The light is above you. Stand tall. Rise to it. I show you where it is. Roots are thirsty. Let them drink and not be choked. You are cared for in your own place, with My hand tending you, My light touching you, ...
