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Gentle Reader,
It’s Friday (kind of)! We link up with Lisa-Jo. We write about: hands.
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The Lord doesn’t speak to me in an audible voice. There are no burning bushes. No directions to build an ark. His voice is quiet. It is an impression on my soul. Yet it is authoritative. He says something, I respond. I have to. I’ve learned the hard way that ignoring Him leads to no good end.
Last night, as I was on the verge of breaking down, I opened my journal and began to pour out all my confused, twisted, rambling thoughts and feelings. I was ready to sob. Ready to scream.
Ready to cave in and give up.
“John Fifteen.”
Two words.
I flipped open my Bible and read:
I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear…
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