Rain drops plopped on my hood
My thoughts wandered and grazed with a yearning to be understood
The vast street-puddle
Caught fast-moving tires … splashed over me
There seems no end to busy
Even amidst the gray dampness … a frenzy
I return to my mind
Where there is no clock, no sense of time
Not when meditating
As His truth continues dissecting
With intention, I leave the left brain-right brain trail
And right there, stopped in the rain beneath the protection of my jacket
Jesus lifts the veil
As He has done so many times to help me see, to give me wisdom
So my prayers do avail
The connection to heaven
Is seamless, skyless, dreamless
The life in me is not my own,
It’s the One who atoned
All my wretched things
The One who holds me
While His angels sing
These reveals
Could be a thought
Or a stirring in the pot,
The very deep center
Of your soul
Where love transpires
Where Jesus and Holy Spirit conspire
Where passions are fed by His bread
Where visions take shape, the gift of a picture-landscape
His purpose for you lives in this secret sacred place
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For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying of my hands. For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love, and self-discipline (2 Timothy 1:6-7).
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Have a beauty-full Saturday.
In Christ,
Julie
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So beautiful. He truly does meet with us in the secret sacred space. Thank you for sharing words to encourage pausing, and stillness to hear from Him! Blessings as you listen and walk with Him Dear Friend!
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Thank you for such confirmation. The secret place emerged as I wrote. Love how He shows us things we can then share. Have a blessed last day of 2018, my sister Bettie💕
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