It pours down on my soul, this Spirit drenched Word. I can barely breathe under its weight but yet I don’t struggle. I give in. I give up.
It is what He wanted all along. Why I battle so, I do not know. Like Paul, I fight even when I don’t want to and know I shouldn’t. Yet, He continues to long for my surrender. He waits far longer than He should and far longer than this broken soul deserves.
I am grateful.
Thankful that the One who spoke this world into existence still speaks today and I stand amazed at the million ways He chooses to bring Truth into my life.
This weekend He spoke peace upon my anxious heart, mercy upon my broken soul and grace into my outstretched arms. Like dew gathering on a flower’s leaf, His Words cling to my heart.
I drink in and am refreshed.
Remembering with thanks…
peace found on a sunny afternoon
Truth spoken by one He has gifted to teach. One who wants us all to be Living Proof.
friends who walk a similar path
quiet moments and thoughts gathered
assurance that it is time to say goodbye
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