by Michael Zaphah

Created on: February 20, 2009

My Rest in God.

When I was a little boy, and my moma would send me out with a small amount of toy, only to come in crying because they were all broken. The boy I went out to go play with care nothing for my friendship, but for the rich treasure of toy I had. When I became a man I didn't put away my child-like faith. I just got a better friend that told me "I don't call you servants anymore," Jesus said to me in times pasted and then continued, "Because a servant doesn't know what his master is doing. But I've called you friends because I've made known to you everything that I've heard from my Father." (John 15:15 GWV) I am no longer moved as child by the past failures of my past foolish behaviors, and I am no longer moved by those echoes of faded dreams of thing that could have been, should've been, or would've been! God has shown me I don't need mankind to determine my destiny or future goal setting.

There will be no phantom calling me back to become a human doing, because it does nothing but turn into a big pile of manure. I am no longer looking for a another battle hard Dorothy to think for me nor watch her click her heel together only to vanish out of my life and taking everything that didn't belong to me anyway.This is my testimony that has captured my heart, now and evermore. It is this anthem that sing in my heart from now until the day my master, friend and King has spoken, no!

Now sings in my full heart, mind, and spirit that is "...I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. (Philippines 3:13-14) It is this wine press the now will empty me out into the man I will be for the next seventy-four years of my life, which will pressing in the next month and I half that I must seek after and to this end I must seek to get the release of the very name of my pain, the scarecrow, the straw house, and the very straw that broke my back to work for in vain.

Because it is this work, the truth of all my labor, and all my work has come to one end. The name of this work, of doing. The name of this substance which made me into a human doing instead of a human-being is nothing more than, dung. Matthew Henry once said, "God will soon end successful and splendid robberies. Death and judgment shall make men cease to prey on others, and they shall be preyed on themselves. Where

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