‘When I observe Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You set in place, what is man that You remember him, the son of man that You look after him?
You made him lord over the works of Your hands; You put everything under his feet’. (Psalms 8:3-4, 6 HCSB)
Good morning, BelovedOne,
This is the process of yielding honor to God Most High, isn’t it? In response to the call of the Savior, He causes the cells to collaborate and join forces. They move together with unstoppable force, and the fog melts away to reveal what the Creator’s hands have pulled toward you; a sense of tremble with peace sets in. You find you’ve been standing on the edge of the beckoning for far too long. You didn’t even realize you are here. Not knowing how long you’ve been immovable, unfeeling, frozen – everything in you takes on an edgy vibe. Alive. You must move, DearHeart. It is time. The next step has no bottom, but where your leg lands, He has prepared and laced together a sure footing there. And, so you move. You must, so you move.
Creation.
Alienation.
Return.
Forgiveness.
The cycle awaits you. Move.
Wake up.
Move.
Go.
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