" True Love"

"I've never had such a clear mental image of him. I don't need a photograph, I can see him oh so well," she said.

As I read through this article the L-rd spoke in a still, small voice, not in the thunder but in the all-so small voice. "How beautiful it was that through the years Anne could still see Peter's face as though he was still standing there. Her love for him transended time and space, that is what true love will do. That is what I want from My children, to have such a love for Me that through all the trumoil of life you can see My face so clearly. I have been with you always, yet My children have forgotten what I look like... how I have loved My children through all time and space!"

Oh, that we would return back to our first love, never ever forgetting, even for an instant what our true love, Yeshua, looks like!




AMSTERDAM (Reuters) - A photograph of the boy with the "beautiful brown eyes" who Anne Frank recalled as her "one true love" in the diary she wrote whilst in hiding in the Nazi-occupied Netherlands is to go on display in Amsterdam.

The photo of Peter Schiff was donated to the Anne Frank museum by his former childhood friend Ernst Michaelis who realized after rereading Anne's diary recently there were no known pictures of Schiff, a museum spokeswoman said on Tuesday.

Frank's Jewish family fled Nazi Germany in 1933 and settled in Amsterdam. During World War Two the Nazis occupied the Netherlands and began deporting Jews to the death camps in 1942, prompting the Frank family to go into hiding.

They lived in a secret annex in a canal-side house for more than two years before their hiding place was betrayed and the family sent to concentration camps.

Anne recorded her years in the attic hideaway in her diaries. A Dutch woman who helped the family found them in the annex after Anne's arrest and gave them to her father Otto who survived the Holocaust. They became famous around the world.

She writes in her diary: "I forgot that I haven't yet told you the story of my one true love."

"Peter was the ideal boy: tall, slim and good-looking, with a serious, quiet and intelligent face," Anne wrote of the 13-year-old she had fallen for in 1940 when she was just 11.

SCHOOL FRIENDS

They would collect each other from school and walk hand in hand through their local neighborhood.

"He had dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, ruddy cheeks and a nicely pointed nose. I was crazy about his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous."

Peter later died in Auschwitz, while Anne died in Bergen Belsen concentration camp in 1945.

Michaelis, now 81, had attended a Jewish school with Schiff in Berlin in the 1930s before both families fled the Nazis. When they parted, the boys exchanged photographs.

"He read the diary in the 1950s and thought that Peter Schiff was very likely his friend. But it was only when reading it later that he saw there were no photos and so he contacted us," said a museum spokeswoman.

Anne last saw Peter a few days before she moved into the annexe, but wrote of him in her diary more than 1-1/2 years later after dreaming of him.

"I've never had such a clear mental image of him. I don't need a photograph, I can see him oh so well," she said.

"Forever Faithful"

I was at at blog recently, this wonderful women of the L-rd was talking about forgiveness and how hard it is to forgive people in whom we have issues. How we have to deal with gross injustices on a consistant bases, ones that keep on hurting us over and over without repentance or they have repented maybe not to are liking and so they keep on doing the same thing over and over.

The Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit) reminded of a time in my life when he told me to forgive my father for not staying in touch with us.

The story starts when I was 4 years old, my parents were young... very young. My father was in the Navy, my mother and father had three children by the age of 21.
They decided to divorce for what ever reason (young comes to mind), my father stayed on the east coast and she went back to west coast to live with my grandparents. My mother was married 5 times in the coarse of her life and one of those men molested me and my older sister when we were young. I always thought that had I had my father then all these bad things wouldn't of happened to us, we would have been safe, and we wouldn't have had to go through all my mothers disfunctions. Eighteen years later my father wanted to be apart of my life... as for me it was to late to be saved I thought I was doing just fine on my own or was I?... you have to know that this didn't go over real big. I never had any communication with him at all and I didn't want to.

I accepted Yeshua at the age of 14 and then came into a deeper relationship with our Savior at the age of 36 the Ruach HaKodesh(Holy Spirit) started talking very loudly, he wanted me to forgive my father and go and see him which was not in my plans at all. He then proceded to give me dreams and visions, scripture from the word as well as my pastor. The Ruauch HaKodesh told me I could not move to the next level of ministry until I made this right.

One of the dreams he gave me was me in the airport, I was waiting to come home from my fathers house and nothing had change, I had not forgiven him and actually hated him even more than I did before I left.

After getting in contact with my father and setting a time for me to go, I started to pray that the trip would be fruitful and that the enemy would not have this victory.

I had been taught that dreams and visions given by G-d were meant to change things. Well I prayed and pray for the month prior to my leaving, wanting things to be resolve between us... however it wasn't. I came home the same as I went and even worse.

My mother had passed away at the age of 58 just months prior to me going. My father was not repentant and did alot of mother bashing and oh poor me while I was their. I now know it was out of his own hurt for losing his girls. But I really didn't want to hear that at the time. I told him that even though my mom had done some terrible things at least she never abandonded us! It was horrible... I was coming home the same way I had left! I kept saying that if I met him on the street I would never want to know him. I hated him that much, I do relize that hate is a strong word but that is truly the only way to describe it.

The Holy Spirt told me that I needed to start blessing my father, because his word said so. I said NO! We wrestled back and forth for days, then I decided to start blessing him not because I wanted to but out of obediance. Yeshua had died and shed His blood to make it possible. It wasn't two day's later that I found myself truly longing for my earthly father, the one I had hated so much I now was crying on the phone and asking him to let me come back so we could try again, and so I turned right back around and flew back. This time all was different, the walls came down. Yeshua is truly the repairer of the breached!

I can't say it was all roses but we began to dialoge. It has been 10 years since then and I couldn't love my father any more than I do... at least I don't think so.
My father never changed... it was my obediance to the Father of light that changed my heart. G-d asks us to bless those who persecute us; bless and do not curse. Romans 12:14

Blessing my enemies has always turned my heart from stone to a heart of flesh!

How about yours?