The vessel
There is one person that in the end of time came to tell me their great news. I was so happy. So proud that they got to receive Jehovah's privilege again. Such a notion seemed so far fetched for me. And here in those last days, I felt real again.
Leaving me with the knowledge that when I finally get that privilege again, to finally be able to say hello. Face to face. It is remarkable how Jehovah uses the right vessels. Jehovah has me wanting so badly to find my way back just to say hello. Yet not only for that reason. To have this grand opportunity to be one of his children again.
So in my longing I feel torn. Looking for this one person, I cling. I hope for the day when Jehovah approves of me once more. I can't but cry over the lost moments I have had. And now the moments of silence I truly am settling in, a change. It is this loving kindness I had forgotten. It is Jehovah's love and warmth that I am reminded of.
Rekindling what the brothers told me a while ago. In my arrogance I snubbed them. They reminded me to read upon repentance. Glean from the knowledge and lessons Jehovah is giving me. It took me a long time, and a rude awakening to start digging into the truth of the matter. I am just prideful. Forgetting that we are imperfect people.
Forgetting that the brothers handed down a suggestion to me, from Jehovah and I snubbed Jehovah. What an ungrateful child I am. So my road is long, somewhat tiresome but I am walking the path. I don't know when I will get back, when Jehovah says I am ready. That is for Jehovah to say, and me to put my effort into.
So this is what I want to say, thank you for the rude awakening. I miss the words, the scriptures given and the laughter behind understanding me. That is Jehovah's goodness, his warmth and love given to me. Thank you Jehovah for choosing that vessel.
One day, I will lend a hand. Shake it and laugh. Silbings once more.
Leaving me with the knowledge that when I finally get that privilege again, to finally be able to say hello. Face to face. It is remarkable how Jehovah uses the right vessels. Jehovah has me wanting so badly to find my way back just to say hello. Yet not only for that reason. To have this grand opportunity to be one of his children again.
So in my longing I feel torn. Looking for this one person, I cling. I hope for the day when Jehovah approves of me once more. I can't but cry over the lost moments I have had. And now the moments of silence I truly am settling in, a change. It is this loving kindness I had forgotten. It is Jehovah's love and warmth that I am reminded of.
Rekindling what the brothers told me a while ago. In my arrogance I snubbed them. They reminded me to read upon repentance. Glean from the knowledge and lessons Jehovah is giving me. It took me a long time, and a rude awakening to start digging into the truth of the matter. I am just prideful. Forgetting that we are imperfect people.
Forgetting that the brothers handed down a suggestion to me, from Jehovah and I snubbed Jehovah. What an ungrateful child I am. So my road is long, somewhat tiresome but I am walking the path. I don't know when I will get back, when Jehovah says I am ready. That is for Jehovah to say, and me to put my effort into.
So this is what I want to say, thank you for the rude awakening. I miss the words, the scriptures given and the laughter behind understanding me. That is Jehovah's goodness, his warmth and love given to me. Thank you Jehovah for choosing that vessel.
One day, I will lend a hand. Shake it and laugh. Silbings once more.
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