“If My people, who are called by My name, shall humble themselves, pray, seek, crave, and require of necessity My face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, forgive their sin, and heal their land”
“The day will come
When my body no longer exists
But in the lines of this poem
I will never let you be alone
The day will come
When my voice is no longer heard
But within the words of this poem
I will continue to watch over you
The day will come
When my dreams are no longer known
But in the spaces found in the letters of this poem
I will never tired of looking for you”
This is the type of heart I desire to have. These are the things that have not yet come to fruition in my soul, but are beginning to kindle. I am beginning to feel these things. I have brief moments and glimmers in my heart where, for a split second, I understand these truths of heaven and Christ. Thank you, Sarita, for opening your heart in this blog…
The afterglow. The heat of the touch of Jesus still radiant on my skin. And a hand. A hand upon my heart sealing it for Him. This is the essence of life. What I live for. But oh how I’d forgotten, forgotten how good it can be.In the aftermath of all doing, there is…
