Stoked by Prayer Requests from the Ukraine and our very own home fires. Dearest Lord is Your kindv Love impossible in these times?
it goes down the cheek of our fields,
prayers like rain, like tears, these kisses of heaven?
I couldn’t have guessed this was a Garden. What.
Blossoms of Your Breath. Your Breath.
Oceans of Words, reaching in me, in me.
As if I were just ONE child You had, and wherever I went You followed / saw me.
Nothing between us, just Your Tears falling in my face. Thought they were mine!
You seeking all of us. All of us. What a harvest that be. All our soul safe in Your gaze. For this I pray everyday. Every single day… for Your harvest of Tears like kisses of heaven. Heaven.
Thankyou Father God for the Love You bestow on us that we be called Yours. Thank You for silhouettes of You everywhere. Most of all thank You for all the things about You I’ve learned in the dark, nothing compares with that. All the seasons of ‘festivity’ I’ve ever had, pale next to what You’ve harvested in my winters! I owe You my life, my all. Father God in Jesu’s name, I thank You.
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Stay blest, stay precious.
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Everytime I break, You spill Your Light through e’en the tears in my eyes.