EDITOR’S NOTE:
This letter is a creative response - meant to be read in free verse
poetry style - to a question posed by Beth Moore in the Children of
the Day bible study where she asks you to write a letter to a friend
describing to them what scripture means to you.
Dearest Friend,
A LETTER FROM MY HEART
BY ASHLEIGH BABB
(to be read in free verse)
R
ecently, you may have been bewildered/baffled, or may have tried to dodge this Holy Spirit igniting fire-ball that I’ve had going inside
of me; with an unsufficed appetite of a caterpillar for eating scrolls.
On the other hand you may have been delighted, or even ignited by its flame. But/ it’s likely I have stirred up some sparks of incredulity
or even concern for extinguish control.
That could lead to another cross to bear, once again hanging my own self. These incredulities & extinguishers are small compared to
what Jesus bears/forbears;
And this little cross doesn’t fit my height. I will not get down on my knees to be/allow myself to be crucified - you’ll have to hang me from
a 6ft tree. I’m too tall for that little cross. Jesus already died for me by taking my turn (& he’s coming back for victory!) I am a part of his
army. I am freed from the enemy. I’m also equipped with his armor and the greatest of Spirits that shields, guides, and protects me. He
paid the price for me; from my birth; once again a baby born into His kingdom.
Like Christ, born in a manger with a mama cow for milk, sheep for wool, and family to care for me - here I grew from a baby; ready to
walk, ready to grow, ready to wean from milk, and juice (in a bottle) produces fruit.
Lo and behold, I discovered a glimpse of heaven; a glimpse of the Promised Land. Deuteronomy 7:8-16. [Wheat, barley, copper fruit,
milk, honey, pomegranates]; Where faith love and hope reap blessing and it’s beautiful! To share it and bring people to this land is my
heart’s desire. I don’t want to [nor can I] do it alone, or walk away. It goes beyond walking maturely. I want to grow up and be His servant
& make bread. The good kind, that calls for milk, honey, & pristine wheat, all in abounding supply to make such bread. But I have to help,
work, not volunteer, work, contribute, give back to the land; nurture, grow, supply - what I take from it, and even more. Then by this, I’m
helping to heal, to care for the tree, then the garden around us.
I look at you all; I see the beautiful growing wise mothers who produce sweet milk; are beautiful fruit bearing trees; that God intends us
to be, pure at heart; full of faith, love, hope, and a Top Chef from Heaven who can cook the most amazing soul comforting food.
Must we ask ourselves, how much sand is left? How long will you nurse your baby? Or have we exceeded milk-dependent nursing age?
Or maybe we’re just not producing milk, or bearing fruit, giving back to the land. God’s land, that he provided for us, with clear beautiful
empowering directions, with the right training, it’s like the best job, and pays beyond what our duties earn, and grasp like gleaning. A
baby’s start 10% to glean, 90% for the upright, contribution to provide for the young and people of land, or could it be we glean on Earth
10%, and 90 % in Heaven?
Yes, there are rumbling clouds forming with the pace of God’s time, preparing for the day of Jesus’ coming; to bring victory to the
kingdom of absolute most amazing things by all measures, the one only God our Father and Lord Jesus, who loves us - LOVES LOVES
LOVES US! Works produced by faith, labor prompted by love, and endurance inspired by hope is how we know we are effectively loving
Him and those around us, and being a part of His kingdom. To get to the Promised Land, 1 Thess. Keep a quiet life; mind your business,
and work with your own hands. There is where all our needs are sufficed and potential shines brightest; we find the greatest joy and
even more. We have an honest, strong army to build for our Creator, Father, Lord, our family, and our famil 䁥