You make the world a better place by how you watch, listen and pray. You bring light into the cave, as you pierce the narrative of gloom and doom. With eyes open, and ears listening, you make a gigantic difference for the Kingdom of God.

You are the hostess of the Divine. We are His sheep, and our loving Shepherd is leading us through some turbulent waters. Many of His sheep have become infested with the bugs of fear, and the lice of doubt. But glory to God, our faithful Shepherd poured out His anointing oil on us to protect us and to heal the many wounds of this broken world. Embrace the oil gladly and invite the weary in for a rest.

The olive produces no oil without a crushing. If we feel as if we are being crushed, it is our Father’s voice saying come to Me, all who are heavy laden. He calls His anxious flock to return to Him, and to trust His way. Out of His great love He has set us apart for such a time as this. Do not flinch, but follow Him even more closely than ever before. Urgency is contained in the word SOON. Isaiah prophesied that if we…THEN we will become like WELL watered gardens…so we can refresh others. Thank you Father for this Word today. He goes before us, He enters with us, and He gives us strength to overcome and endure. His meekness does not diminish His power, it is His way, walk through the doors He opens and shine.

When the full weight of His glory crushes hearts of stone, we become like the sand that is continually nourished by the crashing waves of the living water. Christ is meek and lowly in heart. “Come to Me and learn” Our Master teaches as we observe His humble character.  Learning His gentle, but attractive ways are in direct contrast to forceful demands. Even good men like John, a son of thunder, wanted to command fire from heaven to smite those who mocked Jesus. Ahhh, but our blessed Saviour’s soft responses are an irresistible inducement for hard souls to come and be crushed by the overwhelming goodness of Christ.

Drown yourself in the deep and emerge a revitalized, renewed, and regenerated creation in Christ. The “THEN ” depends on us to choose to be optimistic in our obedience. God spoke these timeless words. “Is not this the kind of FASTING I have CHOSEN: to LOOSE the chains of INJUSTICE — Is it not to SHARE your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter— “THEN” your light will break forth like the dawn…

“and your HEALING will quickly appear— “THEN” your RIGHTEOUSNESS will go before you, and the GLORY of the LORD will be your REAR GUARD. “THEN” you will call, and the LORD will ANSWER; you will cry for help, and He will say: Here am I. “If you DO AWAY with the yoke of oppression, with the POINTING FINGER and MALICIOUS TALK, and if you SPEND yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, “THEN” your LIGHT will RISE in the darkness, and your night will become like the NOONDAY. The LORD will GUIDE you always; HE will SATISFY your needs in a sun-scorched land and will STRENGTHEN your FRAME. You will be like a WELL-WATERED garden, like a SPRING whose WATERS NEVER FAIL.” Isaiah 58:6

Rejoice in the rocking boat, praise God for the ferocious winds of change. Press into to the One who stirs the waves. Hold onto the HOPE we have in the promises of God.

A Hymn written to persuade souls to spend time alone with God. The Writer had a vision of Mary at the tomb as Jesus emerged. John 20.

I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses. And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
the Son of God discloses.  And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known. He speaks, and the sound of His voice is so sweet — the birds hush their singing. And the melody that He gave to me,  within my heart, is ringing.  And He walks with me, and He talks with me — and He tells me I am His own — and the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known. I stayed in the garden with Him, though the night all around me is falling. But He bids me go, through the voice of woe,
His voice that called me His own.