The Apple Between Us

I was praying tonight and in my mind, I was sitting before the throne of the Father. I asked Him how close I could go, and He responded, "As close as you would like." It didn't feel right to take another step towards the throne.

I attempted a step forward but something pulled me back, keeping me anchored in place. With a glanced behind, I saw my right hand was holding an apple. It might be a child book depiction of the forbidden fruit, but it represented in my mind the relation I felt with Eve and the original sin. Then I knew I was identifying with the shame and guilt of Eve, and it was blocking me from the full love of the Father.

Next, I saw the One on the throne reach for the apple behind my back. He brought it up to Himself and bit a huge juicy chunk from the core and then toss it away. "He has swallowed up death in victory." I thought.

Have you been identifying with Eve, O woman of God? We cover up who we are. We hide our gifts, talents, and voice from the Father, and what He might find delightful and good, and we say, "I am naked," or "this is not good".

O God, help your daughters!

45So it is written: “The first man Adam became a living being” ; the last Adam, a life-giving spirit. 46The spiritual did not come first, but the natural, and after that the spiritual.47The first man was of the dust of the earth; the second man is of heaven. 48As was the earthly man, so are those who are of the earth; and as is the heavenly man, so also are those who are of heaven. 49And just as we have borne the image of the earthly man, so shall we bear the image of the heavenly man. --1 Corinthians 15:45-49

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