More of You!

March 14, 2022

When my thoughts threaten to stray, I will pray. When my heart feels weary, I will write. When my world seems crazy, I will call on Yahweh. I will follow his lead. Thank you for your grace today. Sigh, I wonder sometimes if some individuals understand that there’s only one me. Only one, and I am not Yahweh: neither am I trying to be. Yahweh, your strength for each day. Thank you for your provision, your guidance, your love. Especially your love. Thank you for keeping me. I bring Cap before you. He had a biopsy done today, don’t think the results are back as yet. I pray for his body. Touch him and restore him to health and strength. I pray that he will fix his focus on you because you are his help. Thank you Yahweh for your promises, for who you are. I love you. 

No lie, sometimes I think I should get tired of saying “I love you”, especially since it’s not words I am accustomed to, but it’s hard not to say it. So I’ll keep on saying it, not that you need a reminder, but because you are so good. Thank you Yahweh for your goodness and mercy that follows me. 

TODAY’S THANKFUL TALLY

1. Yahweh’s goodness and mercy.
2. Friendship
3. Cap coming out of the biopsy ok. 

Yahweh, comfort Vie during this time. Thank you for your strength and your love. Protect and keep her and Regi in your will. 

Intimacy: a warm friendship developed through long association.

This is what Yahweh desires with us. Not empty words, not for show. That deep, close relationship that only happens through coming close to him. That unmatched closeness of knowing his heart and giving him mine. Yahweh, I desire more of you: to change me. To develop your purpose in me. To use me for your glory. You are beautiful beyond measure. 

Yowwwww!! Thank you Yahweh. I just realised that I have not had a migraine in a hot minute. Remember having a low grade headache, but no migraines! No tension headaches! Thank you! Thank you! You are an awesome God. 

He’s Still Working on Me

There’s a song we used to sing in church as kids: He’s still working on me. To make me what I ought to be. It took him just a week to make the moon and the stars. The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars. How loving and patient he must be. Cause he’s still working on me.

The sad thing is, we often think that this only applies to children, but guess what? He’s still working on me. All now, he’s teaching me and opening my mind to new perspectives. He’s working on me to fulfil his purpose in this life. I am not too old to grow and move in his word.