Why Is God Alive
MY EMOTIONS:
Father, to know You are
God… something within me screams to know, to experience this phenomenon. I
marvel at this craving that seems unsatisfied until I know.
This reoccurring prayer,
reoccurring hope, sets its sight toward the smallest and largest situation in
my life. I do not seem to have the ability to know which is greater. Huge
events that pile their stones upon my mind blow away as if they were only dust
blowing through. And then tiny troubles gather and I am weighted down as if a
mountain were upon my life.
Laying my burdens before You, I surrender to know
the difference and give thought that You are God. You are, and You put my world
around me to show just how God You are. I’m watching. I am listening. I turn to
uncover the fake admiration to curious admiration. To keep seeking and knocking
door after door opened for me to find You are God.
When I’m scared, I’m going
to tell You. When I am awake with worry, I’m going to tell You. When I’m angry,
I’m going to fix my eyes upon You. When I am hungry, I will drive my heart to
the highest mountain and find where my help comes from. I surrender to all
these desires and lay them before God, my God.
You are divine and have the plan
for me and every person connected to me. Sickness of the soul has no place
within me. Stepping out life is the traveled road Jesus took before me and I
follow after His Name, His Kingdom come. Singing lifts the weary soul when
praise accumulates from discerning what the Spirit is saying.
By faith I am
seeing far greater than my mind can keep up with but non-the-less is absorbing
from this place with You, God almighty, forever, rich in kindness, the I Am.
HIS EMOTIONS:
Smiling is my ‘well done’
message to give senses of heaven’s dancing heart to conquer my loved ones. As I live, and I live forever, I unfold with delight. Mankind may or may not take sight of my delight. They may even miss the raptured moment of when their heart turned, but I whisper to the Wind and the song is celebrated by sending it to saturate the atmosphere.
The wonders decorate from creation of child after child… not one unvalued. I live to be Known.
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