I see myself before our Creator, Daddy-God in a large room – maybe that written about, Throne Room. I’m making a sacrifice – kneeling down and laying down the small thing I had in my hand. A sadness grips my heart but I know what I’m doing is required and so I leave my gift at the altar and turn to walk away.
Daddy-God calls me back and gives me a gift. A ginormous box. I laid down a small sacrifice, He rewarded me with a much larger gift. I am shocked but then I wonder if it’s required that I immediately give this gift on the sacrificial altar as well. Daddy-God shakes His head, ‘no’. No, this gift is to keep, to take along with me.
I turn again to leave. I start out the way I came, down the path I feel like I have always taken. But I’m told, by whom I’m not sure, that no, I’m to take the other path. I start to argue but I’m told that this gift I’m carrying will not fit down the worn path, the path I’ve always taken. It is narrow and what I am carrying now is much too wide. And so I take the wide path…
(to be continued)