Father, I praise you for the way you move in my life. How you beautifully orchestrate the most intricate details. Your timing is always perfect, even when it seems to me to be slow. You weave your will in a delicate array of paths, words, people, struggle, joy, and celebration in a magnificent way that can only be recognized as your handiwork. Father, I am grateful for the care you take to make my life your masterpiece. May you continue to move mightily to change my heart and complete the good work you've begun in me. You are the resurrection and the life and the glory belongs to you. Amen.
Psalm 100:5 For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations. I was prompted to read this verse and it was perfect for today, of course. All of Psalm 100 is praise to God. For me today, I am praising God because He was faithful in something He had revealed to me a while ago. Let me explain. Have you ever asked God for His strength? Not just strength, but His strength. This is something that I was prompted to do about a year ago, not to just ask for strength in general, but to specifically request His strength to be given to me. I know it sounds a little like a bit of rhetoric, but keep reading. In requesting God's own strength, I have noticed something tremendous has happened each time. When God bestows His strength within me, it is so much more than just endurance. His strength comes with clarity of mind, lightening of the spirit, and a depth of inner joy that cannot help but make me smile. I feel energized in a way
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