The tender hearts of the hopefuls know that Pastor's visit is coming to a close. We are all emotion-filled as we dread his departure. Oh... I do hate it when he leaves.
As I began the day in mornings early light I remained still. In the dawn of today's worship I asked... "What are you saying today?" "What are you doing?" "What would you like me to hear?"
Even as I bring my song... He brings His.... still trying to learn when to bring my chorus and when to listen to the Instrumental. Feels a bit harder today... but I am a learning one.
He is The God of consistency and perseverance... He never gives up.
I need the song of truth today... the song that loves on my heart and whispers nourishment into my very soul...
As I sing with the Psalmist... "I love the habitation of your house and the place where your glory dwells." I realize... I love the crazy mess of a woman... because He is indwelling. I must take good care of His habitation in me.
I must fight the temptation to wall up my heart. I will allow sadness to sing and wash over the cracks that aloneness brings.
I will give myself the gift of sight. Vision-fixed and grace to see... Ears to hear the truth-songs always calling out... restoring color to the dark.
Touching me with hands filled with affection and offering Hope.
I am no super-hero... but I do behold the sweetest truths...
Truths that satisfy and sing over me... and all the listening royals.
Sing loud, Papa... your servant is listening!
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