Song-"...You're My Portion...
Prayer for the 40 or more pastors who came to our church this past Thursday. Names were 'on the wall' for us to see. Our church prayed out loud for these pastors and their churches and this was very meaningful to me personally. It is a personal dream come true-to have the pastors in the area united in one heart, praying for one another, asking God to send revival to our land. I'd like to see the pastor's wives get together. This can be a lonely role. No one can build the wall alone.
Prayed for missionaries, Bo and Holly, working in India. A young girl in a nearby village accepted Christ through their ministry. When they went back to check on her the following week, they found she had been sold into sex slavery. Dear Jesus, watch over that young girl, and keep her close to you, and deliver her from this evil done to her.
Prayer for Dan and Susan H.-life threatening difficulties for both and young children to raise. Healing, Hope, and Help.
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Opening Comments:
Faith is a demonstration of commitment
to be in the presence of the One in whose power we stake our trust.
The woman with the issue of blood got into His presence.
Jesus didn't pray for her or lay hands on her.
She is the one who got in His presence.
PF-"I believe this is the time we'll see a Jesus who will open blind eyes, raise the dead, heal the leper and make the lame walk...Wash out of our systems all this religious and theological junk...The world needs to see a more than a 'Now I lay me down to sleep Jesus.'"
The gleaning time is over.
The time to use the sickle has come.
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Last week we looked at Nehemiah and the rebuilding of the wall.
The workers were so committed to building the wall,
that they didn't change their clothes.
(NKJV says they only changed their clothes on wash days.)
We are so often consumed with our own crisis and needs that we strive after the miracle rather than the one who does miracles.
In the story of the demon possessed man, Jesus sent the man's demon's into the pigs. People came from the town and asked Him to leave. They would rather have had their demons than have the presence of Jesus. Jesus shakes things up. Some of us really don't want that.
The friends who took the paralyzed man and lowered him down from the roof of the house to be in the presence of Jesus, were looking for a healing for their friend. They weren't expecting that Jesus would forgive his sins. When we get in the presence of Jesus, He will first deal with our sins. The closer we get, the more He peels our onion. The closer we get, the more He deals with.
Our righteousness is as filthy rags. Jeremiah was lowered into a cistern with no water. Obedmelech went to the king and said, 'You have thrown 'the Word of God' away and now the Word of God is sinking in the mire.' (This is happening in our society today.) Obedmelech said that this is no way to treat the Word of God. He went to a chamber and pulled out filthy rags, tying them together, and went to rescue Jeremiah. Jeremiah wrapped them under his armpits and gently they pulled him out of the well, one filthy rag at a time.
Tie me up with someone else who is also a filthy rag. Tied together, we'll pull the Word of God out of the pit. God uses filthy rags.
David and Jonathan had such a great love for each other, the Bible says it was greater than the love between a man and a woman. Jonathan had on his princely robe and he gave it to David, who was wearing a shepherd's cloak. David was able to go about and do what he wanted to in freedom, because that princely robe carried the authority of royalty.
Would we be clothed with the presence of God that we could go and do those things in the Kingdom that we couldn't do before.
When you come into the Kingdom, there's an exchange of clothes. You are given a garment of praise for a spirit of heaviness. You are given a robe of righteousness and the filthy rags are cast aside.
When Jesus was born in a barn, His parents wrapped Him in swaddling clothes-a sign of poverty and brokenness; something to keep Him warm.
However, when this same baby Jesus was laid in a tomb as a grown man, and rose back to life, He left His swaddling clothes behind.
There was a separation in the tomb between the clothes that represented Jesus as the Son of God and Jesus as the Son of Man. And His clothes were folded in such a way that the people of that culture understood that He was coming back.
Our bodies are just clothing for the Spirit of God to dwell in.
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Prophecy over your children. Write their names beside Scriptures that you want to see fulfilled in their lives. It will mean a great deal to them if they ever read your Bible, and they will understand why that Word is Rhema in their lives. God's word will not return void.
Beautiful Pottery grown more valuable
with Time and eternal prayer from a Mother's heart:
Isaiah 62:9-12
'But those who have gathered it (the harvest) shall eat it, and praise the LORD; Those who have brought it together shall drink it in My holy courts. Go through, Go through the gates! Prepare the way for the people; Build up, build up the highway! Take out the stones, Lift up a banner for the peoples! Indeed the Lord has proclaimed to the end of the world; "Say to the daughter of Zion, 'Surely your salvation is coming; Behold, His reward is with Him, and His work before Him.'
And they shall call them The Holy People, The Redeemed of the LORD; And you shall be called Sought Out, A City Not Forsaken.'
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I add some pottery that I've had on my shelf for awhile.
Is. 57:14, 15-"And one shall say, "Heap it up! Heap it up! Prepare the way, Take the stumbling block out of the way of My people."
For thus says the High and Lofty One Who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, With him who has a contrite and humble spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of the contrite ones."
God's presence is with the humble.
Revival comes to the contrite of heart.
Is. 58:12, 13-"Those from among you shall build the old waste places; You shall raise up the foundations of many generations; and you shall be called the Repairer of the Breach, The Restorer of Streets to Dwell In."
Is. 61:4-"And they shall rebuild the old ruins, They shall raise up the former desolations, And they shall repair the ruined cities, The desolations of many generations."
We are building a wall from the ruins of many generations. I find it interesting that when Nehemiah was directing the rebuilding of the wall in Jerusalem, more than 40 groups worked simultaneously. Perhaps I am reading too much into this, but isn't it fascinating, that more than 40 pastors came together, with only three days notice, to help rebuild the spiritual wall in this region. The trumpet will sound again on May 13, and they will come together with more workers than before, to encourage the call of God in each other's lives and to hold up each other's arms, lest they grow weary in the battle.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Hertzler Doings-Mar. 8-15, 2010
Mon.-Went to Farmville and met Judy in Charlie's parking lot. She was a bit late so I was walking on the trail. She pulled in beside my car and I was a few hundred feet away and hit the panic button. Scared her to pieces. She thought she had hit my car. She was beginning to measure my waist right in the parking lot when an ambulance quietly going by put on their siren. Scared us both. By the time she got to measure my blood pressure, it was too high. I think it was because of all the excitement. After a lunch of taco salad and two desserts, my blood pressure was just right. It was so nice to celebrate her birthday this way and catch up on our news with each other. What a dear friend she is. We've decided, when we die, that we want banana splits served at our funeral meal. We both know this is what the other one wants and we will make sure it happens. I ran some more errands and came back home. Sent my health insurance paperwork in. Went to bed early. Head/sinus stuff going on. Susan has a verbal agreement with Tractor Supply to sell 10 of her rabbits for $10 each. They like that they are so tame. We'll take them in on Wed.
Tues-Decided to teach school even though I feel lousy. Quite a few of the teachers and students have the same thing, so perhaps it has something to do with the change of seasons. Really enjoyed this day at school. Fine tuning the songs for the program in a few weeks. Angela, our health consultant called in the late afternoon. I have officially graduated from the program and our insurance will be cheaper now. She said I look like a million bucks. She was asked by her boss if she has anyone to recommend for a video interview for their program and she recommended us. She said that she never enjoyed working with any family as much as she has enjoyed ours. She said she has seen how much we love each other. I have worried that I won't keep up with what I've learned; that I will just go hog wild and eat everything I see. But the idea of having someone come and video tape us certainly helps. Is it normal to feel unworthy of her affirmations? Do I need to confess that I ate a lot of dessert yesterday and that our family doesn't always love each other the way we should? Is a way of life a way of life because that's who we are most of the time?
Wed.-Saddened by some news today but deepened a friendship in the processing of working through my sadness. Stayed home from church in the eve. Michael and Susan took rabbits to Tractor Supply and she is enjoying having that $100 bill. Then they went to youth group.
Thurs.-Mike and Susan went on a Field trip today to Staunton to see 'The Twelth Night'-a Shakespeare play. They loved it. Michael rode with Rindy, Braxton, and Sam K. She treated them to Chinese food afterwards. Susan enjoyed her ride with the Hublers. The guys are working around here, turning the milking parlor into a rec room. I went to Farmville with Jeanne. We stopped in to see Lindsay and they began to talk 'writing.' Lindsay said, "You have the coolest friends, and I'm one of them." You bet you are my dear. We were standing on her porch and saw someone delivering a meal to the man across the road. I said that that looks like Lisa H. It was. She and Paul do this twice a week. Three writer friends standing within 30 feet of each other. Four if you count me, although I am a different kind of writer than they are. Jeanne and I went to the accountants, the P.O., Walmart, Goodwill, the eye glass place, and Riverside. We were talking about prejudices people have with those who have a different church affiliation than themselves. (Jeanne is a Catholic and attends St. Teresa's in town. ) I told her that I don't have those barriers. She said that she has never met a Mennonite who was judgmental or prejudiced. She said that they always believe the best about people and are generous and accepting. It was interesting to hear that this was her perception and again, I was thankful, not only for my upbringing, but also for the culture of my upbringing. Some times, we take things for granted, when our parents and culture have paved the way to make things easier for us. My parents had missionaries in our home and we were exposed to other cultures through their stories. My mother invited 'fresh-air children' from NY city to spend several weeks with us every summer. Race made no difference.
My father's parents lived next door to Catholics and we would swim in their pool. Mrs. Sedario told my mother about the retreats that were held in their Catholic church. This got my mother to thinking and she began to plan retreats for the Mennonite women in our district. She formed a committee and served faithfully on that committee for 25 years. I benefited from that godly group of women that met periodically around our dining room table, eating hard Wege pretzels and drinking Russian Tea, praying and planning for events. I enjoyed the women speakers that came to the retreats and the things they shared were life changing. My parents weren't religiously Mennonite. My mother was the first women elder at their church. She was also the first woman to serve on the Mennonite High School Board. We got a TV before it was 'legalized' in our church. We didn't do things by the book. Once my father got mad at something the preacher said, and he got up and walked out of church. We all followed him like ducks in a row. (Six more of us.) He kicked the edge of the bench on the way out and I am not sure it was an accident. The preacher had bad mouthed my uncle from the pulpit and I am glad my dad walked out. Life sure could be exciting. How did I get off on all of this? Anyway, I am thankful for my roots and culture and I enjoy the roots and culture of others. I like diversity.
Fri.-Phil's been home working on the books and I've had little time to blog. Today we got ahold of G.Boy--- and confirmed the date and time for him to speak at CCA's graduation. Also, Janelle gave us a 'Yes' today. Michael was so excited. He said, "Praise the Lord. God is so good." He will like having his little cousin Micah around. Dan P. spent the afternoon and eve. with Philip and spent the night here. His parents are coming to visit him soon. Philip and Dan went ice skating at Liberty with the Harvest group. Philip had ice skated once in his life and he took to it like a pro, skating backwards, etc. falling once when someone pushed against him. Michael worked at Krogers. He was pushing carts in and a man came to the door around the same time and Michael motioned for him to go first. The man glanced at his tag and said, "You have class, Michael." He enjoys meeting people and he gives himself fully to his work. He shall stand with kings.
Sat.-Washed, cleaned house, cooked and prepared Chicken curry with rice for tomorrow's lunch. Phil took a long walk down to the low grounds and came back with a pocket full of imperfect arrowheads. Then he said, "I found two perfect arrowheads and the only way I could keep them safe was to keep them in my mouth." He proceeded to gently take them out of his mouth and reverently placed them into my reluctant hand. They were wet and warm. And perfect. Susan dipped eggs and cleaned her room and helped with the cows. I had a wonderful long talk with Mother. She seems so good. Her computer isn't working and that's why she wasn't responding to my e-mails. I worried in vain. Freeman called and was back in the states at Newark, NJ. Flight is delayed 2 1/2 hours. They'll get into DC late. Mark B. plans to drive them all back to the Bantons and then travel to Va. Beach where he has to preach tomorrow. Lindsay thinks they'll get in around 2 or 3. The morning starts an hour earlier tomorrow.
Sun.-Awake in good time. I've been waking too early anyway and maybe I'll get back into a more reasonable schedule with the time change. Good service in church. We stayed at home during the SS hour and heard from Freeman about his trip to Ireland. He got home around 2 this morning. He brought teas and chocolates and a beautiful promise necklace for Susan. Got to hold little Worth today during worship and when he was just about to fall asleep, I took him back to his dad, so if he woke up during the service, there wouldn't be the possibility of a disturbance. He is just so very precious. He kept looking at Susan. I think he loves her. Got to pray for a family at the altar today who have lost everything in a fire this past week. This family is unusually precious and all afternoon, I've been missing those three dear little boys. They are the kind that lean in when you hug them. They are not suspicious of those who want to love them. Ate Judy's lemon cookies on the way home. Oh my. I've had more sugar this past week than I've had for a year. I've got to stop this!!!! Help!!! Ate our wonderful African rice and chicken curry for lunch and saw Freeman's pictures from Ireland on the TV screen. Now I have another place I want to go to before I die. So many places to see. A high school friend who I've reconnected with on face book is in Haiti for a month, restructuring the educational system and helping with the rebuilding of schools. He is posting pictures on face book of the destruction and the people. Through the viewing of photos, I went from Ireland to Haiti within an hour.
Phil is reading 'Josephus.' Alli and Freeman are watching a movie. Kelli and Susan have gone for a hike and now they are in their 'man cave.' (camper) They also hiked to the river. Michael, Chace, and Jordan are here. I made a giant chocolate chip cookie for Chace's birthday. They had hot chocolate and cookies for Hertzler Sunday Supper. It's fun to hear them talk. Michael said Pastor Frank told him that he's looking pretty slick. "I'm going to have to call you 'Slick.'" Philip went to Harvest Chapel today with his Christi. We don't have to go out tonight. I love being home on a Sunday. I love having a day of rest.
Tues-Decided to teach school even though I feel lousy. Quite a few of the teachers and students have the same thing, so perhaps it has something to do with the change of seasons. Really enjoyed this day at school. Fine tuning the songs for the program in a few weeks. Angela, our health consultant called in the late afternoon. I have officially graduated from the program and our insurance will be cheaper now. She said I look like a million bucks. She was asked by her boss if she has anyone to recommend for a video interview for their program and she recommended us. She said that she never enjoyed working with any family as much as she has enjoyed ours. She said she has seen how much we love each other. I have worried that I won't keep up with what I've learned; that I will just go hog wild and eat everything I see. But the idea of having someone come and video tape us certainly helps. Is it normal to feel unworthy of her affirmations? Do I need to confess that I ate a lot of dessert yesterday and that our family doesn't always love each other the way we should? Is a way of life a way of life because that's who we are most of the time?
Wed.-Saddened by some news today but deepened a friendship in the processing of working through my sadness. Stayed home from church in the eve. Michael and Susan took rabbits to Tractor Supply and she is enjoying having that $100 bill. Then they went to youth group.
Thurs.-Mike and Susan went on a Field trip today to Staunton to see 'The Twelth Night'-a Shakespeare play. They loved it. Michael rode with Rindy, Braxton, and Sam K. She treated them to Chinese food afterwards. Susan enjoyed her ride with the Hublers. The guys are working around here, turning the milking parlor into a rec room. I went to Farmville with Jeanne. We stopped in to see Lindsay and they began to talk 'writing.' Lindsay said, "You have the coolest friends, and I'm one of them." You bet you are my dear. We were standing on her porch and saw someone delivering a meal to the man across the road. I said that that looks like Lisa H. It was. She and Paul do this twice a week. Three writer friends standing within 30 feet of each other. Four if you count me, although I am a different kind of writer than they are. Jeanne and I went to the accountants, the P.O., Walmart, Goodwill, the eye glass place, and Riverside. We were talking about prejudices people have with those who have a different church affiliation than themselves. (Jeanne is a Catholic and attends St. Teresa's in town. ) I told her that I don't have those barriers. She said that she has never met a Mennonite who was judgmental or prejudiced. She said that they always believe the best about people and are generous and accepting. It was interesting to hear that this was her perception and again, I was thankful, not only for my upbringing, but also for the culture of my upbringing. Some times, we take things for granted, when our parents and culture have paved the way to make things easier for us. My parents had missionaries in our home and we were exposed to other cultures through their stories. My mother invited 'fresh-air children' from NY city to spend several weeks with us every summer. Race made no difference.
My father's parents lived next door to Catholics and we would swim in their pool. Mrs. Sedario told my mother about the retreats that were held in their Catholic church. This got my mother to thinking and she began to plan retreats for the Mennonite women in our district. She formed a committee and served faithfully on that committee for 25 years. I benefited from that godly group of women that met periodically around our dining room table, eating hard Wege pretzels and drinking Russian Tea, praying and planning for events. I enjoyed the women speakers that came to the retreats and the things they shared were life changing. My parents weren't religiously Mennonite. My mother was the first women elder at their church. She was also the first woman to serve on the Mennonite High School Board. We got a TV before it was 'legalized' in our church. We didn't do things by the book. Once my father got mad at something the preacher said, and he got up and walked out of church. We all followed him like ducks in a row. (Six more of us.) He kicked the edge of the bench on the way out and I am not sure it was an accident. The preacher had bad mouthed my uncle from the pulpit and I am glad my dad walked out. Life sure could be exciting. How did I get off on all of this? Anyway, I am thankful for my roots and culture and I enjoy the roots and culture of others. I like diversity.
Fri.-Phil's been home working on the books and I've had little time to blog. Today we got ahold of G.Boy--- and confirmed the date and time for him to speak at CCA's graduation. Also, Janelle gave us a 'Yes' today. Michael was so excited. He said, "Praise the Lord. God is so good." He will like having his little cousin Micah around. Dan P. spent the afternoon and eve. with Philip and spent the night here. His parents are coming to visit him soon. Philip and Dan went ice skating at Liberty with the Harvest group. Philip had ice skated once in his life and he took to it like a pro, skating backwards, etc. falling once when someone pushed against him. Michael worked at Krogers. He was pushing carts in and a man came to the door around the same time and Michael motioned for him to go first. The man glanced at his tag and said, "You have class, Michael." He enjoys meeting people and he gives himself fully to his work. He shall stand with kings.
Sat.-Washed, cleaned house, cooked and prepared Chicken curry with rice for tomorrow's lunch. Phil took a long walk down to the low grounds and came back with a pocket full of imperfect arrowheads. Then he said, "I found two perfect arrowheads and the only way I could keep them safe was to keep them in my mouth." He proceeded to gently take them out of his mouth and reverently placed them into my reluctant hand. They were wet and warm. And perfect. Susan dipped eggs and cleaned her room and helped with the cows. I had a wonderful long talk with Mother. She seems so good. Her computer isn't working and that's why she wasn't responding to my e-mails. I worried in vain. Freeman called and was back in the states at Newark, NJ. Flight is delayed 2 1/2 hours. They'll get into DC late. Mark B. plans to drive them all back to the Bantons and then travel to Va. Beach where he has to preach tomorrow. Lindsay thinks they'll get in around 2 or 3. The morning starts an hour earlier tomorrow.
Sun.-Awake in good time. I've been waking too early anyway and maybe I'll get back into a more reasonable schedule with the time change. Good service in church. We stayed at home during the SS hour and heard from Freeman about his trip to Ireland. He got home around 2 this morning. He brought teas and chocolates and a beautiful promise necklace for Susan. Got to hold little Worth today during worship and when he was just about to fall asleep, I took him back to his dad, so if he woke up during the service, there wouldn't be the possibility of a disturbance. He is just so very precious. He kept looking at Susan. I think he loves her. Got to pray for a family at the altar today who have lost everything in a fire this past week. This family is unusually precious and all afternoon, I've been missing those three dear little boys. They are the kind that lean in when you hug them. They are not suspicious of those who want to love them. Ate Judy's lemon cookies on the way home. Oh my. I've had more sugar this past week than I've had for a year. I've got to stop this!!!! Help!!! Ate our wonderful African rice and chicken curry for lunch and saw Freeman's pictures from Ireland on the TV screen. Now I have another place I want to go to before I die. So many places to see. A high school friend who I've reconnected with on face book is in Haiti for a month, restructuring the educational system and helping with the rebuilding of schools. He is posting pictures on face book of the destruction and the people. Through the viewing of photos, I went from Ireland to Haiti within an hour.
Phil is reading 'Josephus.' Alli and Freeman are watching a movie. Kelli and Susan have gone for a hike and now they are in their 'man cave.' (camper) They also hiked to the river. Michael, Chace, and Jordan are here. I made a giant chocolate chip cookie for Chace's birthday. They had hot chocolate and cookies for Hertzler Sunday Supper. It's fun to hear them talk. Michael said Pastor Frank told him that he's looking pretty slick. "I'm going to have to call you 'Slick.'" Philip went to Harvest Chapel today with his Christi. We don't have to go out tonight. I love being home on a Sunday. I love having a day of rest.
Friday, March 5, 2010
More on Adoration
My friend, Jeanne, e-mailed me some comments on my blog 'Worship With Request.' I asked her if I could print them. I liked hearing about how her Catholic church and faith practices Adoration. This is what she shared.
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On the first Friday of every month, they put the host (Jesus) out in the church for what is called Eucharist Adoration. They volunteer to spend an hour just sitting 'at His feet' in the church...adoring. That's it. Pray, bless, meditate, adore. She is hoping to take her turn today. She says it is the most refreshing thing to do, like a mini vacation, just to sit in church in absolute silence and peace and adore the Lord. She had to chuckle a little at my post. "It is hard," she says, "to quiet down enough to just adore sometimes and not let your cares and worries fill your prayer time...but it's Okay to do that too."
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I think that in the process of adoring, our desires become one with His.
Then, when we do petition Him, our requests have taken on His very likeness.
We pray for things as He would pray for them.
One of these warmer days,
I am going to walk down to my cottage,
and spend an hour in my 'church'
just adoring Him.
I have a friend,
who sometimes sets her alarm
to go off every minute.
Each time the alarm goes off,
she brings her thoughts back to Jesus.
I wonder how hard it will be
to adore Him for an hour.
I may need some type of inner alarm system
to help me bring my thoughts back to Him.
I have a feeling that the more I do adore Him,
the easier it will be to adore Him.
I will find myself adoring Him
when I least expect it.
How long does it take to form a habit?
Perhaps the habit of adoring Christ for Himself alone
is a habit worthy of pursuit.
And even now,
as I envision the investment of sitting at His feet,
I feel His hand on my face
and hear His gentle voice asking me,
"What do you want me to do for you?"
From my heart comes, "I want you to heal Lawrence and my mother and breathe in them the breath of life. I want you to comfort my sister's heart. I want you to build safety nets at church so all those I love, would be kept safe should they fall. I want you to use my son Freeman, to bring your word to school kids in Ireland. I want my children to love you with all their hearts. I want to be taught your word. I want the deep things of God. I want to simplify my life so I can love you better. ..."
I look at my requests.
They are His desires too.
And I adore Him even more.
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On the first Friday of every month, they put the host (Jesus) out in the church for what is called Eucharist Adoration. They volunteer to spend an hour just sitting 'at His feet' in the church...adoring. That's it. Pray, bless, meditate, adore. She is hoping to take her turn today. She says it is the most refreshing thing to do, like a mini vacation, just to sit in church in absolute silence and peace and adore the Lord. She had to chuckle a little at my post. "It is hard," she says, "to quiet down enough to just adore sometimes and not let your cares and worries fill your prayer time...but it's Okay to do that too."
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I think that in the process of adoring, our desires become one with His.
Then, when we do petition Him, our requests have taken on His very likeness.
We pray for things as He would pray for them.
One of these warmer days,
I am going to walk down to my cottage,
and spend an hour in my 'church'
just adoring Him.
I have a friend,
who sometimes sets her alarm
to go off every minute.
Each time the alarm goes off,
she brings her thoughts back to Jesus.
I wonder how hard it will be
to adore Him for an hour.
I may need some type of inner alarm system
to help me bring my thoughts back to Him.
I have a feeling that the more I do adore Him,
the easier it will be to adore Him.
I will find myself adoring Him
when I least expect it.
How long does it take to form a habit?
Perhaps the habit of adoring Christ for Himself alone
is a habit worthy of pursuit.
And even now,
as I envision the investment of sitting at His feet,
I feel His hand on my face
and hear His gentle voice asking me,
"What do you want me to do for you?"
From my heart comes, "I want you to heal Lawrence and my mother and breathe in them the breath of life. I want you to comfort my sister's heart. I want you to build safety nets at church so all those I love, would be kept safe should they fall. I want you to use my son Freeman, to bring your word to school kids in Ireland. I want my children to love you with all their hearts. I want to be taught your word. I want the deep things of God. I want to simplify my life so I can love you better. ..."
I look at my requests.
They are His desires too.
And I adore Him even more.
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