Like a lost wandering child you lead me by your hand through the dry wasteland. Showing me the hidden springs of life and bounty in what appears to be desolation. Your presence with me is life and comfort, your voice is the song of heaven, your words like dew on the leaves in the morning sun. Be still my heart, be silent mind storms of fear and worry. Yeshua is here at hand leading the way into peace and joy regardless what I see with my natural eyes I know my way is smooth and safe.

Listen to the sounds of heaven, frequencies of life and love, healing and restoration. Rest in the presence, do not be swayed by the physical realm and what’s happening there, hold fast to my promises and to what you see in the heavens. That’s what is true and real.

My heart is overwhelmed by the beauty of Your countenance.  That is a fancy way to say I’m totally undone by Papa’s glorious presence.  All those Christian-eeze terms make things sound flowery and all, but when it comes down to it plain language is best.  Just remember when you first fell in love, how you couldn’t spend enough time together how you longed for their company, the sound of their voice, the look in their eye, the tenderness of their touch.  Simply sitting together, even without a word exchanged is completely enjoyable.   Be captivated by His extravagant love….