June 16 Echoes of Eternity
Thou tellest my wanderings: put Thou my tears in Thy bottle: are they not in Thy book?
Psalm 56:8
You are still a wandering sheep, scurrying about in your mind in various corners of My pasture. You still gaze out over the protective wall I have erected for your safety, and let your mind go after that which I have denied you. This inevitably brings turmoil and confusion when you could be advancing in a tranquil, settled stability. It is natural for lambs and young rams to gambol in playful wandering, but in maturity I expect more—a graver, more serious focus on the eternal verities I have revealed to you in My love. Let My word dwell in you richly as you choose to dwell in My will.
Paraclete Impressions