I had intended to enter a belated Thanksgiving blog, but My Blessed Friend asked me to enter this poem, a prayer, that I wrote to Him several years ago. He is our Truth and our Light. Hear how He prevails.
We do many things for God, but how often do we feel His presence as we do them. Devotional time gives Him opportunity to show up. Expect Him to come. Pay close attention to the atmosphere and listen for Him.
At times, we endure heart crushing experiences. Our mind is sent reeling. While thoughts swim in a sea of words with no focus, we struggle to function in small tasks. The pain twists our heart like a wet rag. Everything
Seeking God to know Him is like climbing a mountain. The assent appears impossible, but we have ropes. These ropes are the words of the Bible, which we hoist ourselves upon, trusting that they will bear our weight. Faith is
How do we show love to a God who has no needs? What can we offer? Praise and worship is our gift. When I am in prayer, I like to take time to remind Him of what He means to
Create a space to commune with Him
What I suggest in our search for devotion with our Beloved is a private place that enables the seeker to escape the chaos of social input. Do your best to be
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