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I can feel the sun's warmth; the glowing embers dancing across my face and the brilliance of light causing my eyes to close. It's a unexplained peace in the midst of my own internal voice.  I have portions of my life in which it seems I am peering through windowless bars watching all that is around me. Life seasons changing before my eyes, winning victories and battles fought. And yet not knowing if I am to jump in or remain still. Do I go or do I stay planted? Many questions I have, and answers I have yet to receive.  This place of isolation of sorts has become another season of growth; a place where He chips away the old to allow the new to surface. Transition can be hard, it can be uncomfortable and yet beautiful all in the same.  In spite of my happiness in general I long for direction, a revelation only He can give me.
 
I pray.
I praise.
I worship.
I trust.
Speak Lord...............
 
I seek.
I declare.
I expect.
Speak Lord............
 
I desire.
I proclaim.
I remind.
Speak Lord.....
 
I believe.
I wait.
I stand.
Speak Lord......
 
 I  continue to reach for the light of Christ; trusting, expecting and declaring His goodness. His will is what I desire. His plan and purpose is what I choose to abide in.  I will listen for His voice, always.............
 
Speak Lord.
 
 

Forever His Daughter,

Stacey

 
Psalm 4:1
Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness! You have relieved me in my distress; Be gracious to me and hear my prayer.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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