Your blood, kissed sweetly against pages white. Beautiful truth etched and arched in letter form. When you speak these words, they are for me. Today. At this devine moment.
Weary and in need of strength once again, your arm cradles my drooped shoulders. Never do you hold your hand out, shunned palm first. Instead, it is consistently gentle, motioning come, my child.
The blood, by which redeemed this wretched soul, is precious indeed.
I hold baby tight, his cheek fastened against mine. Maple syrup oatmeal breath never smelled so good. Our eyes close, hearts beat the same rhythm. Precious.
I dance with my daughter, giggling bubbles over glistened with joy. Precious.
I snuggle close, tucked safe within husband’s embrace. Precious.
Life is full of precious moments… but how much more, my Savior wants me to say, PRECIOUS IS MY TIME WITH YOU, LORD!
Whoever loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me, and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Matthew 10:37
Worn pages crackle as I turn over Life at finger length. I caress the wrinkles, pen markings, and bent edges which all retell a story of daily meetings with Thee. Devoted moments set apart to say, My Lord, you are Precious.
As the enemy roars, hatred spewing forth at our glorious intimacy, ground is shaken under foot. For a moment, my body clenches with anxious, wandering thoughts. Until. Until I remember You paid the price in full; my Redeemer lives, the victory has been won!
His red-letter words, cradle my anxious heart. The lies from the defeated one echo within tired ears, and I go to the feast, once again.
The feast that is never lacking, always bountiful. Muffins, pastries, juicy red grapes, crackers and triangular cut cheese are piled high. The entrees billow upward with warmth. The fountain in the center overflows, it never runs dry.
He is the Bread of Life and the Fountain of the Living!
It is early morning and I am empty. Lord, how will I face another day? I have no strength. I sit, once again. I lavish in His bounty. We meet, cheek to cheek. I sigh, and say, You are the most Precious thing in my life. I leave the table, and I am full. Filled from head to toe with His perfect strength and might to wash away the lies the enemy will throw my way today. Because he will. He whispers condemnation into my ear.
But I am armed and ready for battle. Are you prepared today, to combat his lies with the truth of the Redeemed?
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wow what a amazingly well written post!
Oh Traci, thank you. Your posts convict me to be thirsty for the Word. I want to feel like this again. I want to write about things that matter for eternity.
an incredibly beautiful post. maybe even more poignant to me because of an incredible time spent with Jesus last night and this morning. your words matched what my heart felt.
you have such a beautiful spirit, traci and i love the glimpses that i get:).
Thank you so much. I woke so cranky this morning I didn’t dare open my mouth for a couple of hours for fear of what would spew forth.
I need a new attitude now, change of mood at home before I go to Church.
Blessings
beautiful. thanks for the reminder to return to the feast.
lovely, sparkling blue eyes on the gorgeous girls on the header 🙂
Have a great Sunday.
xo
Beautiful, Traci! Thank you for pointing us to our Savior!
Beautiful post, Traci.
I NEED to feel that way about quiet time with God- I need to crave it.
This is so beautiful. You leave me longing for that place…just me and my Jesus!
This is rich with beautiful imagery Traci! It is also rich with a beautiful hunger for Him–I join you in that!
Love your post…so beautifully written! I also love the header on your blog…how did you customize it?
Wow, Traci. Seems like the father of lies has been busy this week. But he IS defeated, thanks be to God.
Thanks Jenna… I had my header customized here: http://vividdesignstudio.blogspot.com/
LOVE how you wrote this and shared so intimately. THANK YOU!
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amen…Blackaby says “Fearing Satan is fearing a prisoner of war…Christians are not called to defeat Satan. GOD has already done that in CHRIST!…Your responsibility is to resist Satan and he will flee from you (James 4:7)…
in drawing near with JESUS, the enemy must flee…well done Traci
Dear Traci…thank you for a lovely and thought provoking post! Thanks for dropping by my place; I have loved strolling around your blog. I will be back for another visit.
Picking up armor and being ready for battle are themes many are posting about this week. We are in a battle everyday, aren’t we? Your words describe the struggle perfectly. We are victorious in Him.