Monday, July 18, 2016
(7:48 a.m.)
Holiest, Holy God,
I think about You. I talk
to You. I'm amazed by You. I read Your Word. Your promises. And I
hope. Thank You Blessed Father for the ability to hope. The
privilege. The honor. The decision to believe You at Your Word.
Blessed, Holy God I
confess that fearing and feeling dread comes much easier to me than
hoping does. Thank You that You are so much bigger than the things of
this world that take our attention away from You. Thank You for the
blessed opportunity of turning to Your Word regularly and often.
This morning I am again
reading Your Promise of Victory,
Isaiah 43:14 – 44:5. Oh how I pray Your presence into our day this
day.
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