Listening to the song that started my journey to Christ and I have some observations.
He will supply my joy. Each day that I take in breath I will thank Him that I am more than here. I’m living to glorify His work in me. It is a joy to live. A statement I would not only say, but actually wholeheartedly believe. With every inhale, I’m affirmed and accepted. He does great work. I am His Picasso. I am exquisite.
He is my joy
The One who supplies my joy is also the source of it. Every move I make, He is there to remind me from whom my joy is made. That is a gift I’ve never sat down to examine. Maybe this needs some attention. From the song of my spirit to my whisper of my lips, You are it.
There is joy in surrender. As I recall my journey to Christ, I remember how I willingly surrendered my need to have an answer. There was joy in the process. I need to return to where my desire is not in the answer but in the question.
May I enjoy the journey as much as I seek the destination
from R's rue https://ift.tt/wR1ADpf
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