There's something in the air that the breeze is hinting at: Change. This is a new front blowing in and one that came suddenly. I think my tornado dreams are going to come true and if they were prophetic, this will come in stages and never with any fear or anxiety. And finally, when I'm strolling along a beautiful sandy delta in the ocean and a hurricane sweeps over me and drags me into the ocean I will resign myself to death, but not in a frightened, panicked way. I think, 'so this is what it is to die.' The feeling in the air is an intense desire to shed myself of flesh and my preferences and my wants. Sometimes so intense I feel like I live in a flesh prison. My Life-Chapter is Romans 8 and what are the first twelve verses? 'Put flesh to death and you will live.' Ok, God.
It's not just that I don't want to get eaten by a whale, I don't want to resist where God is directing me, I want to be useful, I want to surrender my life so that God can use it, I don't Want it to be mine! So, God, may I finally once and for all decrease so that You may increase? Can you strip me of my old passions to make room for new ones? Eternal ones?
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Hi see I do check on you once in awhile, ESP must have told me you had a new post
Love your favorite auntie
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