It is hard for me to write on my phone or new Book from dear daughter number 6. I find pen in hand a comforting place. I want to grow in this area. But, it is hard the pen is like connected to my very heart. Ten fingers versus five the war over my hearts thoughts and desires.
This week I have been struggling with Jesus with me, in me, very breath I take, out of my control and totally surrendered to His. I want to grow Co[. 1:10.
Debbie Croft and others here have been writing about this very thing. Humble, what it is, to the one who was and is Humble. The I Am we see front and center, face to face with Moses. A true burning sensation for Him as He has for me.
Everything is pointing to what was original, the beginning of all things and the ending of all things, wrapped up in a 4 letter word which is before, and after, and will be. The Word became flesh and lived among us, this Word was lived for us dripped down red for us, this Word has its very roots and was breathed into each of us. This Word is alive and gives constantly to our well-being. This Word sings over us and brings Joy in the midst of all things. This Word leaves no room for doubt its very core is certain and sure. This Word is immeasurably contagious and can be sewn into the very fabric of my life and yours. The Word is LOVE.
