What can happen when we have been praying for a long time about a circumstance, a person, a long expected promise is dwindled hope.
You may wake all day shaking the cup that is supposed to be running over for answers. For that still small voice that seems so distant and cluttered with care.
But God sent me a message this morning, and I’d like to share this spark of hope with you. He has a plan. He is not only Alpha, or the In between now, but Omega. Only He can say it’s over.
Listen to this song a brother in Christ wrote when he allowed his praying hands why to open up to lifted hands in worship.
I, like Mary, am mostly found at the feet of Jesus asking for words that give life. I blog straight from the heart with the encouragement gleaned from sitting at His feet. So sit down at the well and drink deep. Know you are His Beloved.
I am 46, on disability due to Fibromyalgia, a worshiper, a daughter of a King, a wife with the best husband in the world, a mother of four beautiful girls, a student pursuing a degree in Christian Counseling, a writer, a vocalist, and coffee lover. My best friend is a good book, and my nemesis is the perpetual laundry pile. I love to watch movies that take me away, quilt, crochet, knit, and learn.
I pray the words written here are not written in vain but are purposed by God to encourage His Beloved. Thank you for stopping by. Oh, How He Loves Us!
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