“Father God, thank You that we are not our past. Our Prodigal is but a past. Our future is secure and has been from the very start when You sent us Your Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ. Now, we are Built Up In Love, for Jesus Christ is steadfast. It has been startling to me to uncover this truth: I am an Enneagram 4 and have had a 5 wing for most of my past, meaning BOTH introversion AND introspection. I took another Enneagram test last night to uncover that I am now a more prevalent Enneagram 4 with a 3 wing, meaning BOTH extroversion AND, well, extrospection. LOL! It means that I am evolving from my past of much intro- to my future of much extro-. I will never say goodbye to my 5 wing, though, as I will always be BOTH introversion AND introspection. This is where my creativity finds its deepest roots. Thank You, Father God, for this revelation, and thank You for seeing me walking home, strut of smut, and running to me saying, ‘It’s him!” I’m SOOOO glad to be home, Father God. And I find so much of my ‘home’ when I am steadfast in my pursuit of extending love, compassion, and mercy to BOTH God’s humans AND nonhuman animals. I pray all of this in the Wonderful and Precious and Built-In Name of Jesus Christ, and this prayer is answered by my faith and my belief. Please help me, Father God, where my faith and my belief are lacking. Amen.
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in no more Prodigal, just Up in Love that is steadfast in Built-In Jesus this daily leavened bread.”)
You are not who you once were in your hours
of seeking a self that was falsely freed.
It was false ’cause “what’s mine is also ours.”
What’s true is that you’re only yours in need.
I am not who I once was when hurts cut
deep to my bones, deep to my every whim.
Picture this: Me walking home, strut of smut.
Picture that: God running to me. “It’s him!”
“You are not your past, who you once had been,”
says Jesus. “Prodigal is but a past.
Your future is secure in Me, Built-In.
I Build you Up In Love where I’m steadfast.”
I promise you That in This, we’re outcast.
God This and That as we are not our past.