You Walk Among Us and Go Between Us . . . Thank You, Jesus

In the month of May, I committed to sharing posts from others that have encouraged, inspired and challenged me. Today, I am sharing two Scriptures and accompanying them with my dear friend Bettie’s words that were a balm to my own heart today. These words are an excerpt from a post she wrote and published in 2017, but whose beautiful living testimony is continuing to bear fruit today. Thank You, Jesus!

Edit: I decided to add a poem of mine that, together with this excerpt from Bettie, was a part of Bettie’s, another dear friend’s and my sharing to and fro today.

Revelations 2:1 The One […] who walks among the seven gold lampstands []

1 Timothy 2:5-6 For there is one God
and one mediator between God and humanity, Christ Jesus, Himself human, who gave Himself—a ransom for all,
a testimony at the proper time.

What will I do with the longings when I want to be with those I love? How can I carry the weights of longing to make things better for those who are in difficulty?

Ah, there is the point of JOY
coming as I trust.


In the invisible places,
I see a shadow
of a PRESENCE
going between.

The Lord dwells
Where I can only long to go.

The Lord blesses
When I can only envision grief.

Every Friendship
Every Relationship
Every Love
When I call HIM into the center
Will be covered by HIS Shadow.

HE WATCHES BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
Arms Outstretched 

Tears, He wept
Upon His Cross
For us
His Body broken
His wholeness
To gift
Arms stretched wide
Nails they pierced
His perfect Love
To flow.

His heart
It weeps
Even still
Even now
As we turn away
Longings, we have
Buried deep.

His tears
They fall
Even here
Even now
As our heart
Now heaves in pain
To hide and flee.

His hand
It calls
His whisper
Speaks
I know
I understand
I see
Never once
My heart
Of flesh
Has turned away.

No pain
Too deep
No shame
Too great
No sin
Too dark
My hand
And heart
From yours
Will ever tear.

Word
Made flesh
I felt
I heard
I saw
My children
Before My eyes
And wept for you.

The weary
The shunned
And striving to survive
The shamed
The grieved
And pained
I've come for
ALL of you
Your hand
To clasp and hold.

Truth
My guiding hand
My Spirit Life
Your broken all
Completed whole
I call
My arms
Your all
Embrace.

Tears
I cup
Face
I lift
Hands
I hold
The Son of God
In you
I breathe.

Perfect Pure
For striving fear
Father's arms
For pierced of heart
Lips of life
For tombed in shrouded pain
My all
Your shattered
Whole shall breathe.

Be not afraid
Hide not now
Behind those clefts
Your fears
Sin and grief
But come
Beloved, come
Just as you are.

I see
I know
I understand
Not one single piece
My Cross withheld
Spoken free
My blood has rent you
Covered pure.

Look
Turn those eyes to me
Kick those legs
Shout your
Why My Lord, Oh why?!
Be real with Me

And see Me
Come
Your broken heart
To hold
Your flailing arms and legs
Embrace
To hold you
Till your tears
Release.

Be not afraid
I've come
For you
Not just in part
But whole
Each shard of piercèd
And crying
No more!

Be
Not afraid
No heart
Numbed to stone
No hidden
Pain and fear
My hand
From you
Withholds.

Never once
Have I
My heart
Nor hand
Withheld
Open now
Your eyes
And see:

I'm standing
Here
My arms
Outstretched
For
You.

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