I sit in the silence of my prayer window, waiting on the
Lord. Suddenly the bread-maker’s paddle rotates, pauses, rotates, pauses, and
rotates again.
Wind, wind, blow on me. Fan the flame of faith in my soul,
in the depths of my being. Let faith arise. I sense his presence.
Abandoning the sporadic bursts of rotation, the bread-maker
launches into a continuous motion, mixing and warming the ingredients to just
the right temperature to make the yeast begin to stir to life and raise the
bread.
May I follow my Lord Jesus so closely today that I catch the
fragrance wafting from his presence. May I not flag nor pause, be distracted nor
diverted, but keep in step with wherever he takes me, physically or spiritually.
May my every word drip with the honey of the Kingdom; may my look reflect the
love of Christ for his world; may my actions bring peace and joy to any who
observe me.
I can do nothing in my own strength. In Christ I can do
everything. I will not be overwhelmed by the news. I will keep my eyes on my
Saviour, keep my heart beating in rhythm with his, and allow him to keep hope
alive and joy strengthening.
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