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Topic: Directions (02/02/04)

TITLE: Dissolution Road
By Jean Bremer
02/05/04

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DISSOLUTION ROAD

“Hello!” I am only able to come to your door. I call, I wait and there is no answer.
The door opens, and then closes again. Did you not see me standing there with open arms?
“Turn around!” Don’t be afraid. Open the door. My feet are tired of standing here. I have been waiting so long. Can’t you hear me calling your name? Why did you run out the back door?
“Please, Stop!” Can’t you see where you are headed? Don’t you know the road you travel on leads to potential destruction? In your drunken stupor, you came so close to the brink of death more than once. I was by your side. Couldn’t you have looked my way?
“Wait! Don’t travel in that direction!” I plead with you and you just walk away.
I poured out my heart the night before I was taken in for you. “Father, Isn’t there any other way to save her? Open her eyes. Let her see the detrimental ways of her life and what I am willing to go through. Show her before she is taken advantage of again. Let her see before she brings disease to another mate. Save her, how many more must she be with before she really sees? How many more mornings will she wake up so broken because of her actions.
“Come Back!” Can’t you feel my pain? Don’t you remember what I went through for you? How my head hurt so as they crushed the Crown of Thorns into my skull. Every stripe that ripped open my back, I would call out for you.”
My Father granted you a precious gift, hoping that would fill a need in your life and let you see there is something better in this world than the valley you trod through.
You allowed a doctor to take the lifeblood from your little treasure.
On my walk up the rocky road, I was hoping to see your face. All this was for you. Every step carries excruciating pain and the cross is so heavy. I am so weak. Do you care what I am going through?
Now you stand at the edge. You think no one cares for you. You think you are alone.
“Listen!” I gave my all, just for you. But, I cannot climb off this cross. I have to finish what is required to bring you to a better place. I take with me all your pain. All the agony and all you have gone through. All you have done.
“Back up!” Remember, I am love. I will return and look for you.
“Turn around!” Can you hear me now? Yes, run to me! My arms are still open.


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L.M. Lee02/09/04
good image of the Father
Donna Anderson02/12/04
He died with His arms stretched open and lives with them stretched open.