So this is what the Lord says:
"If you change your heart and return to me, I will take you back.
Then you may serve me.
And if you speak things that have worth,
not useless words,
then you may speak for me." - Jeremiah 15:19 (NCV)
This is my life verse right now, Friends. I'm waiting on Him to lift me up, to restore to me His joy. My hope is in Him, as it always will be. But until I can hear clearly what it is that is precious which He wants me to say, I must remain silent, lest He label my words useless, idle, or false. I want to speak for Him. Would you pray that He would speak to me for now, and through me soon?
Thank you for your grace.
I love you too much to feed you what is not precious. And I love Him too much to speak or write what is unsure.

the most intimate part of your life

Have you felt the presence of the Holy Spirit? I hope you have. If not, I pray you will open your heart and mind to God and allow Him to be near you, even in and through and on and over and around you. When you feel this, I promise it will be an addictive High you'll pursue again and again for the rest of your life. God sent His Son Jesus to be born a human, live a difficult and painful life, die a tortured death, and be raised again to open the possibility for us to house a perfect Spirit in our redeemed bodies through His precious blood. For His saved children, this Spirit is always present, but I find myself getting much too caught up in and pulled down by life to feel Who I know is there. Can you relate?

"Don't grieve God. Don't break His heart. His Holy Spirit, moving and breathing in you, is the most intimate part of your life, making you fit for Himself. Don't take such a gift for granted." - Ephesians 4:30 (Msg.)

Alright, Spirit - I'm Yours. Come through me today. Breathe light in me again. I'm surrendered to You, reaching for You, moved by nothing and no one but Your presence. The most intimate part of my life.

Thankful list continued . . .

Because His grace just keeps coming . . .

- for the Blood and the Body - spilled and broken for me. And for the cup and the bread of remembrance. It is my Portion and it is Enough.


- for rain, as painful as it is. I choose to rejoice in this day the Lord has made. Yes, even this one.


- for windows. Let in the light and the view, keep out the painful chill. What a perfect barrier. Would that they made windows for my heart.


- for food tomorrow. Not everyone has it to put on the table.


- for freedom, so costly, so precious. To come and go, to work and earn, to live and love - all without fear for my life or my safety. Thank you, Jesus, Noah (my Navy-boy brother), and all of our service men and women.


- for light-hearted notes passed between my two small people under their bedroom doors last night. I love the way they love each other.


- for you. It's nice to be heard and read by friends. Thank you for seeing me.


More tomorrow . . . (unless I get too swamped in the kitchen to turn on the computer - *wink*)