Good morning Beautiful One! (Brrrr-get the heavy coat; its not 90 anymore!)
Tell me about your workroom, your space where you meet heart to heart with Father God each day. I want to know DearOne, about the spot that hosts your soul-routine, your practice, your quiet, your very intentional place that is set-aside daily to touch your heart to the Almighty’s.
Of course, it can be anywhere. Mine happens to be the big green chair that I just can’t seem to toss. Oh- it needs to go! It is ripped. It has been moved upstairs – til I couldn’t stand it. It has been sown up, stitched down, restuffed, removed, hidden, covered over … etc. It is a sight.
Oh, but my Creator deals with me there. Where is your ancient, sacred, soul-workroom-place Sweetheart? The place you stop, and Holy Spirit takes your hand and you are examined … sometimes led, held, sometimes times dragged -kicking and screaming and digging in your heels?
It is the revealing place – where the examination happens of where in life we bristle, and defend, and learn to adjust so we can dig deeper and give away what we carry in endless, innate supply – FULLY LIT LOVE.
Where is your place?
‘Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God. May Your gracious Spirit lead me on level ground.’ (Psalms 143:10 HCSB)