May God maintain the fire that has ignited in my spirit. He is the fuel and the flame.
I am learning about prayer here, where there is no buffer between me and my God. Some days, I don't want to pray, for I fear the silence after "Amen": the reminder that no matter how long I call to Him, no voice will fill the void after mine stops speaking.
Last night, I sat staring at the Word of God and could not do anything but plead, "Lord, help my unbelief"(Mark 9:24). And the strangest thing happened.
Inscribe me on the tablet of your heart and I will walk with you.
It's a verse from Proverbs3 and in my study of prayer I have glanced at it numerous times. But here, He might as well have whispered it in my ear, for how loud it resonated across my soul. It's no voice-from-the-burning-bush, but I've forgotten the purpose of God's word: it's not just so we can have a bunch of rules to follow and stories to read. He gave us the Bible for these hours when we need conversation with Him, that through reading and meditation on His Word, we might commune.
Not every day may be filled with enlightenment and understanding through prayer and Scripture; but I know that if I do it faithfully, the days when He breaks through the cloud to shout His grace into my Soul--
those days change my life.
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