Lord. How often I go through my days rushed. Trying to get everything done, rarely giving a thought to You. When You are the bread of Life my own life must be deprived.
posted by _monica_ at Monday, April 16, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
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- Name: _monica_
- Location: New South Wales, Australia
I am Monica. I am an advisor and a warrior, a spiritual sniper -I may listen, and seem hesitant to reply, but when I do, more often than not, His wisdom hits you between the eyes. I am a literary craftswoman. God helps me to process concepts through imagery in literacy. So I use my words to create pictures, and pray best when I have a picture in mind. I am a chaplain. God uses my chaplain heart to easily relate to those who are lonely, hurt or rejected. In the past, I have been through significant hurt which allows me to empathise with those who also hurt. He has shown me that he is with me through it all - not in a distant, watchful way, but in a way that resembles an intimate dance. He is my life's breath. I am Seen. Seen by my heavenly father, even when others don't see me - and often they don't. My weakness and frailty, my anxiety and reluctance is often the conduit for God's strength to be seen and his glory known. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Matt 5:7
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wow. thanks mon.
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