I open to the same passage where I lingered yesterday. Effectual words had nourished my soul with living water. I have returned for another sip from this cup. As I drink, I feel the coolness of the purifying stream flow through my being, delivering healing to harden soul, restoring, reviving. I breathe prayer over verses. Meditation strengthens my heart as my own will to be master is weakened. I surrender once more. It is a holy place, a place of altar, where He meets me with a message, His words that offer abundant life. Today's truth.
He turns me inside out.
Soon my heart is leaning on Him, synchronized with His passion for lost souls, the tormented, the despairing and hopeless. He knows them by name. He propels my selfish concerns, creating space in my heart for cares of others. I bow.
I have quieted my soul at the resting place, sipped from the cup that renews my soul, and felt the heartbeat of the living God. Sunrise beckons, we rise, another day of pilgrimage begins.
" He restores my soul ..." Psalm 23:3
Simply beautiful my friend.
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