The Drill Press of My Desire~Living in the Divine Will

To chase down the ripples of Your Love is my full time job

By second minute hour day week month and year—I run the race

To keep in Kairos time with You and the Family Is entirely possible for created humans

In the Eternal Now the present

I have not to look back nor look too forward—for if I do I languish in anxiety and depression

Getting caught in the solitary dungeon is it’s own particular kind of hell—not my idea of a good time

When I submit myself to your Divine Drill Press which pulses with Desire I have a lovely chance to Abide with You in the Grace moments out in the field of everyday life is where it all takes place with ordinary souls

Once my soul tastes of your Sweet Goodness my prayers become one large conversation that never ends We continually pick up where we left off: I end up like the deer panting for water

With the Drill Press of My Desire —or Is it Your Desire —I notice that the intermingling of wills is no longer detached since the chord of three strands is not easily broken

The pressing and the drilling resides deep within the invisible place known only to You—the soul

Desires are co-mingled in the movement is a constant dance the music is varied undulating in me

Who can describe the ways of God with simple English words?

In my trying I am not alone

The Communion of Saints are my company and dwelling place, the Family in the Divine Holy Kingdom of God —the Angels which I have not yet fully acquainted myself with are sitting on the side lines on point with Saint Michael, Saint Gabriel and Saint Raphael

In the Divine Will of God screws are tightened to a fix the soul to the Way of Love with Sacrifice

To make or confirm is the purpose to test the apprentice is the action

Beloved calls to the lover and asks for proof of down payment

To lie on a bed of nails in order to find the depth of Real Time Love is the exacting ambition embodied by movement that never lies to me

When Faith and Hope are my turnkeys Love surely follows

To mortify the body and subdue the lower or earthly passions —a just commitment requires

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