I pick up His love letter to me each morning and sometimes, like when a lover says that one thing your heart longs to hear and nothing else after that much matters? A word, a phrase, a sentence slips into my soul like a velvet dagger and I'm slayed again before Him.
This morning, early in the quiet of my house and my mind, I meandered through His words and stopped short. Most times, many times, I tell Him what's on my mind before I read....and ask Him to put His hand on the pulse of what's beating and pumping inside of me at the moment. I long to "regard His ways" So easy, it dismays me, do my fears, my fears that make me want to run full force away from where He's told me to abide, sneer at me. They trick me into thinking they're my friends. And I start to believe them. "Surely," they slime into my mind, "....surely God did not say abide?" It feels and lays heavy and dirty on my spirit. I want to take a frantic shower and get them off of me, like so many leeches. There's blood on my skin where I pick them off. Blood on my hands. I look closer. It's His blood.
"In His hand are the deep places of the earth; the heights and strength of the hills......The sea is His, for He made it; and His hands formed the dry land.....Let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker. For He is our God and we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand. Today......today.....if you will hear His voice? Harden not your heart."
God? I'm standing here, Your blood running down over me. Abiding.
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