Beloved, your work unto Me has been precious. It has been a sweet and savory sacrifice of your faith knowing I see you, even when no one else did, when you were misunderstood, even so you worked and worked and set your hand to work as unto Me. Know that I see what you offered, it is satisfying to Me.
I have need of you now to lavish on others what I put in your heart to do. Be inspired and walk with Me, it will not feel like work for this season of refinement is over. You are disciplined to see the task through so I can trust you with a lightness of actions to take. Some must have a bit and bridle to be moved and turned or they would turn to laziness and unproductivity.
I do not ask of you to work and work to be busy, but to pour and build up and delight others at what I inspire in you. When you work as unto Me, productivity will now be measured in not output, but in creativity inspired from your time with Me. You have often worried about the talents parable, you were so afraid you did not use your talents and buried them, but I tell you this day that you have surely offered your talents unto Me. I multiply them, I am well pleased with them.
You give when I move upon you to give, you work when others have need, My love hear Me this day, ‘Work will not be a burden to you, it will not be an obligation, it will be a delight.’ I fashion this path to make you meet and fit to pour out. I stabilize you to walk in it. It is a new way to think and imagine. It will come from your attention on Me. Surely, you do turn your attention on Me moment by moment.
You are not far from Me, but I have seen your looks toward Me and know your ponderings. I surely see you. You have wrestled and efforted to fill a void for you thought I did not see Thee. Does not all want to be seen. I placed this desire in them to seek after Me. Many have turned their attentions on to the things of this world and the things of man, but they are looking to be seen by Me and know I see them. You will show them this, you will lavish on them My detailed finger print on what you pour out in word, deed, time, attention.
This is the word I give you to My people and to those who will be called by My name, “I see thee.” “Fear not, I see thee. I know your heart, I know your innermost workings. I am with thee, fear not neither be thou afraid, for I Am sees thee.”
For the eyes of the Lord range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to him. (2 Chron 16:9)
Psalm 139:1-24
You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand – when I awake, I am still with you. If only you, God, would slay the wicked! Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty! They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name.
Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord, and abhor those who are in rebellion against you? I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies. Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
Matthew 25:14-30 (The Parable of the Talents)
For it will be like a man going on a journey, who called his servants and entrusted to them his property. To one he gave five talents, to another two, to another one, to each according to his ability. Then he went away. He who had received the five talents went at once and traded with them, and he made five talents more. So also he who had the two talents made two talents more. But he who had received the one talent went and dug in the ground and hid his master’s money.
Now after a long time the master of those servants came and settled accounts with them. And he who had received the five talents came forward, bringing five talents more, saying, ‘Master, you delivered to me five talents; here, I have made five talents more.’ His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master.’ And he also who had the two talents came forward, saying, ‘Master, you delivered to me two talents; here, I have made two talents more.’ His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master.’
He also who had received the one talent came forward, saying, ‘Master, I knew you to be a hard man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you scattered no seed, so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. Here, you have what is yours.’ But his master answered him, ‘You wicked and slothful servant! You knew that I reap where I have not sown and gather where I scattered no seed? Then you ought to have invested my money with the bankers, and at my coming I should have received what was my own with interest. So take the talent from him and give it to him who has the ten talents.
For to everyone who has will more be given, and he will have an abundance. But from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away. And cast the worthless servant into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’