Isaiah 58:10 Amplified says, “And if you pour out that with which you sustain your own life for the hungry and satisfy the need of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in darkness, and your obscurity and gloom become like the noonday.”
What sustains you? What holds you together when everything around you is crumbling? What do you turn to when you feel all alone? How do you reset your course when you feel grumpy?
My answer to all the above is my quiet time with the Lord. What He pours into me I pour out to you in these FB posts. There is nothing on this earth that compares to our intimate communion with the Lord.
I love Psalm 131:2 which says, “Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me.” We quiet our heart before the Lord so we can hear every whispered word He speaks. Here is a new song about our quiet time:
Womb of the Morning
I come to You O Lord in the womb of the morning. To sit and worship You and call upon Your name. You answer me with a sweetness that melts my heart. And opens me to receive Your words. Your words like oil penetrate the places in my heart that were hardened through fear.
You say My child don’t be afraid. I’ve been there all along to shield and protect. Let go of that which you clutch so tight.That I might fulfill the deepest longings of your heart. Don’t let the cares of this life choke out My words. Open your heart to hear the beat of My own heart. I desire oneness with you but I won’t compete with that to which you give yourself. I will but wait until you tire of your own pursuits. And nestle down in My love.
Be still now and quiet your heart before Me. I have so much to share to reveal the depths of My counsel. For in Me is hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. I have all and hold all. Through the power of My Word. In Me you will lack nothing. Your very sustenance comes through sweet communion. Through intimacy that cannot be broken. Nothing in this earth can compare with My beauty of holiness. In the womb of the morning.