WORSHIP DEVOTIONAL: My quiet, secluded place

“Here’s what I want you to do:
Find a quiet, secluded place
so you won’t be tempted to role-play before God.
Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage.
The focus will shift from you to God,
and you will begin to sense his grace.

Matt. 6:6 (MSG)

"Teach us how to pray" stems from a place of emptiness, brokenness, and total reliance. Well may the naivety of my heart bring me to such place of closure, ready for Abba to breathe on. A place where my eyes seeks to behold the heart of the father, crying thy kingdom come, thy will be done. Where i have no indolence for routine, but of the sweetness which I have tasted; I always come back here for more, here at my quiet, secluded place.

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WORSHIP DEVOTIONAL: THE VOICE OF HOPE

“For there is hope for a tree,
If it is cut down,

that it will sprout again...Yet at the scent of water it will bud
And bring forth branches like a plant.

(Job 14: 7-9)

The Voice of Hope, Still as it may echoes louder, reaches even farther than the roars of despair.  It rises from the ashes of deathlike grayness, dust from decayed flesh to the breaking of a new dawn. There are silver linings in the dark minds of the weary one. And somewhere in the heart of the brave, is a glint of hope, embodied with promises of a new era. The preacher once said this too shall pass, so do not loose sight of the promise by which hope is strengthened. The voice of hope begins in the heart of optimistic nationales, they who call here home. It resides in them. When they rise to speak, only that which is good is uttered. Their sound, with power to shut out words from defeatists.

Thousands have died where pearls lie deep. There is blood on the land, that speak in the sad laments of widows and orphans. The salt of the sea in the eyes of mothers drip like rain over our land. But when the Spirit blows...

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