Beauty in Death
By: White Dove
I woke up early with a vision of a fantastic sunset. Under a spectacular burst of fiery red rays was a funeral pyre, surrounded by loving friends and family. The death of someone great was being mourned, someone great in God's eyes.
The person's life I was witnessing, even on the funeral pyre, was a very rich life indeed. I sense this person was going to be so amazed at the great treasure going with her and the astounding welcome and celebration that was planned for her Homecoming.
Our spiritual treasure is a sum total of what we have invested in relationships and how well we have loved ourselves, others, and God.
Proverbs 4 says the heart is the "wellspring of life" and Solomon advised us to guard it well. Jesus warned us that it's possible for us to lose our souls in the hustle and bustle of pursuing life inside the matrix of this world's systems.
I am beginning to see Death in a whole different light. As Light itself. Not as a thief to tear us away from life, but as a messenger to be eagerly anticipated and planned for; not avoided or dreaded.
All of Life is sacred, even Death. Yet, even as love is twisted and perverted here on earth, so is ungodly death.
How many precious moments have I wasted in petty thoughts, in worries, in self-pity and self-doubt, and in fears of all kinds. The true Thief is a mentality that traps us into the pits of doubts and fears.
The only death to be feared is a life not fully lived.
Death is meant to be a reward for a life fully lived. Payday. Every word we have spoken will be weighed on the balance scale and put through the Refiner's fire!
We will receive recompense for everything we have said and done, for good or for evil… right down to our thoughts. It will all be witnessed in our appearance, for nothing will remain hidden.
Our resurrected body is what we look like from the inside out – it's a mirror of our soul. The soul's true beauty is presented in the resurrected body. We will recognize each other in eternity by the appearance of our souls, at the day of our Homecoming.
Jesus was able to see people's souls when he lived here on earth. For example, with the Pharisees he called them "whitewashed tombs" and John the Baptist called them "vipers". Who we truly are on the inside matters!
I sensed all this in the moments before fully waking up. It's the kind of knowing that once you know it, you just know that you know it… for Truth is like that.
I thank God for my enemies, who are really "beauty enhancers"!
What if every time we choose love, our soul expands?
What if every time we choose love the spirit of death is defeated?
There is so much mystery in this world. Religion offers a lot of answers and I used to innocently absorb the pre-digested truths – some of it good and some of it seriously flawed. It feels good to ponder and meditate and ask God direct questions. I feel like a child again, learning to think for myself, walking with my hand in His.
This is freedom, my friends! The freedom to think for ourselves. The freedom to be wrong. The freedom to fail. The freedom to DISCOVER!
And, hey… look what I found – it's a short video produced by "The Work of the People" and it confirms much of my vision from a more scholarly point of view. I love these confirmations of Kingdom living!
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With all my love,
Sue
Hi, I'm White Dove. Yes, it's my pen name, and it was given to me by a blind man who shyly whispered it to me in a Divine encounter. Yes, it's my real picture… just an ordinary selfie.
I live with my family in the mountains, surrounded by ancient forests, pure streams, and mighty rivers… but I also travel quite a bit.
My kingdom career is a Heart Scribe. I love to write from God's heart and have been recording His living Word for the past three decades. It's brought me so much beauty, joy, peace, and happiness!
I love to inspire trauma survivors to write their life stories, unearthing the treasures of their past and sowing them into the future. We dip our pens in blood and write the pain away… as God has shown me how to do, in the company of supportive friends and family. We are writing ourselves into a better world, beginning with discovering our own original design recorded in the DNA of our soul, and it's the most exciting place to be!
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Pretend you’ve just died and are currently reviewing the present place you are at in life. Are you happy with what you find?
If not, begin to reverse the paradigm. Start with the thoughts you’re thinking: drop the useless ones (in other words, notice them but don’t feed them– they’ll eventually go away, and if they don’t, then DO something about them) and ride the good ones to better places. Then move to words: speak the truth, but do it kindly. Empower yourself and others with the tool of language. And finally, take action. DO something the dead you would be proud of. Even if it’s just a little thing. Take a chance. Forget what others are thinking and go with what feels right. Learn something new. Stand up for yourself. Take a trip. Whatever it is you know you should do.
In the eye of death, very little of what we think currently matters actually does.
– See more at: http://theunboundedspirit.com/how-contemplating-your-death-everyday-can-lead-to-an-amazing-life/#sthash.t4l9Mhef.dpuf
Thank you so much I'm really glad I found that site , it's God way of telling me he is her and now what u write is gife from heaven written by angel name Susan
i love you sister . I'm not thanking God yet for my enemies !!! , Ican not call them beuty enhancers , I feel the opposite of that , but I'm waiting on The Lord to heal my deep wound
Hi Sam,
I didn’t thank God for my enemies right away either – and it’s perfectly rational and healthy to express anger over what happened to you. But once your heart is more healed and you can see the evidence of God’s goodness, even through the pain, you can’t help but be grateful because God causes ALL things to be converted into blessings for you!
I pray right now for you, Sam, for Hope to continually arise in your heart. I pray for the fog to clear, for the sun’s rays to warm your soul.
Abba, let this child find beauty, even in the ugly places and let this child enjoy Light even in the darkness.
Mama God, please embrace Sam all through the dark night of the soul and let this child wake up fully to the beauty of a love-based life!
All my love,
Sue
Dearest Sue — What a heart of purpose you have! How I love coming here to soak in your wisdom and absorb your words of love. A little over a year ago my eldest sister died and I was so blessed to be able to sit with her until the end, watching over her, praying over her, and making sure she received the best possible care. I was so overjoyed and elated by the experience that I came away wanting to do it again! Can you imagine? Yet being at the bedside of a spirit-filled believer who is headed for home and knows it is simply amazing. The glory of God rested in that room and His peace surrounded us and engulfed everyone who came in. As she passed, the little Jewish nurse who had only tended her the last few hours broke down and wept in my arms. She wept, and I rejoiced! It was amazing. I believe our tears at the death of a loved one are for ourself. We cry because we are selfish and want to hang on to that person rather than let them pass to their amazing payday! In all this time since her passing I have not mourned. Because I was there, I know for certain where she is and how happy she is. How can I mourn? I know I will see her again soon and I can only smile. In contrast, the death of a nonbeliever must be a very sorrowful experience indeed. My goal in these last days is to share as much love as I can before I get to my payday. I want the world to know JESUS and His amazing love. I wish my arms were longer so I could enfold more people in them in a giant Jesus hug!
Thank you for sharing. Joyce
What a beautiful, precious picture of your sister’s homegoing! The veil between heaven and earth is so thin in those moments… and I can only imagine the joy of your reunion, once again! Life is beautiful, it truly is!
Thank you so much for sharing, Joyce! 🙂
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