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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