morning dew...
Lately I've been waking up to the thought of God. His presence. His nearness. His attentiveness.
I'll be laying there in my bed and I'll just start talking inside my thoughts to Him.
"Well, hi there. Have you been leaning over me staring at my face all night long? Umm...well, I just want to talk to you about the upcoming day and the goings on of my life. My girls...my little girls, God. You probably are leaning over them each night as well, but just in case you aren't, could you start doing that? In fact, could you hover over them throughout the day as well, speaking into their little hearts with your still, small voice. Deflect lies and magnify truth. Give them strong hearts to stand in the midst of pressure and confusion. Root them in convictions born out of a clear conscience. Help them to be leaders, Lord...strong, humble, gracious, poised. And if there are any child predators around them, put a force field around their little bodies and shield them from the sick touch of a hand from hell. Keep my daughters pure and whole for their husbands. Speaking of their husbands...look after those little boys right now as well. Keep them away from porn and false idols that would seek to dilute them. Give them an unexplainable passion for Your Word. Give them a sensitive conscience to desire more than anything to please You. Keep them from immorality...the dark seeds that plant deep in the soul sprouting years down the pike seeking to steal, kill and destroy.
Be with me today, God. I want to walk with you feeling your gentle reins upon my neck steering me toward your will. Keep my heart poised and pure. Let me see this world through the lens of your love, God...the kind of love that loves kindness. Make me kindhearted to others seeing the best in them, unearthing their glory, drawing out the poison that cripples them. Help me to serve you with great joy and exceeding gratitude. I've so much to be thankful for...let me rehearse those things in between my daily duties. Bring to my remembrence this same presence that presses up against me even now.
Be with my wife...speak to her and chase away all the doubts inside her heart. Love her with me, God. Give me a richer, fuller love for the real her, the deep-down her, the concealed her. Give me more creativity in my relationship with her. Thank you for my wife, Lord. Thank you.
And this day...this day I will never recieve again...may I live it well for you. I want to hear you say at the end of the day, 'This is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased.' I would very much like to hear that deep in my heart.
You are my portion, Lord. Be near me this day."
This is just a sampling of what my times with him have been like this last week. It's quite breathtaking and the intoxication of those times spills into my day. I've had 5 of the some of the best days of my life in a row...and I don't know for sure, but I'm thinking I owe this fact to early morning dew that has dripped into my heart from the heart of God.
It's quite mystical.
I'll be laying there in my bed and I'll just start talking inside my thoughts to Him.
"Well, hi there. Have you been leaning over me staring at my face all night long? Umm...well, I just want to talk to you about the upcoming day and the goings on of my life. My girls...my little girls, God. You probably are leaning over them each night as well, but just in case you aren't, could you start doing that? In fact, could you hover over them throughout the day as well, speaking into their little hearts with your still, small voice. Deflect lies and magnify truth. Give them strong hearts to stand in the midst of pressure and confusion. Root them in convictions born out of a clear conscience. Help them to be leaders, Lord...strong, humble, gracious, poised. And if there are any child predators around them, put a force field around their little bodies and shield them from the sick touch of a hand from hell. Keep my daughters pure and whole for their husbands. Speaking of their husbands...look after those little boys right now as well. Keep them away from porn and false idols that would seek to dilute them. Give them an unexplainable passion for Your Word. Give them a sensitive conscience to desire more than anything to please You. Keep them from immorality...the dark seeds that plant deep in the soul sprouting years down the pike seeking to steal, kill and destroy.
Be with me today, God. I want to walk with you feeling your gentle reins upon my neck steering me toward your will. Keep my heart poised and pure. Let me see this world through the lens of your love, God...the kind of love that loves kindness. Make me kindhearted to others seeing the best in them, unearthing their glory, drawing out the poison that cripples them. Help me to serve you with great joy and exceeding gratitude. I've so much to be thankful for...let me rehearse those things in between my daily duties. Bring to my remembrence this same presence that presses up against me even now.
Be with my wife...speak to her and chase away all the doubts inside her heart. Love her with me, God. Give me a richer, fuller love for the real her, the deep-down her, the concealed her. Give me more creativity in my relationship with her. Thank you for my wife, Lord. Thank you.
And this day...this day I will never recieve again...may I live it well for you. I want to hear you say at the end of the day, 'This is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased.' I would very much like to hear that deep in my heart.
You are my portion, Lord. Be near me this day."
This is just a sampling of what my times with him have been like this last week. It's quite breathtaking and the intoxication of those times spills into my day. I've had 5 of the some of the best days of my life in a row...and I don't know for sure, but I'm thinking I owe this fact to early morning dew that has dripped into my heart from the heart of God.
It's quite mystical.
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