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Its my time now. Children are in bed. 3:3 For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying, The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. There are times I wish I could cry in the wilderness. Cry out to the LORD directly. Cry out and plea mercy, and forgiveness. What about the voice who only pleas internally? The one without voice. So quiet, and reserved. What about her? I used to think God had called me to minister to those who were lost. To fulfill the great call, and yet now I don't know. I now don't know what God wants from me. I know what I believe. I know what I used to say. but now my whole outlook changed. 4:19 And he saith unto them, Come ye after me, and I will make you fishers of men. Yes Once I was a fisher of men. I am going to pray for a renewed strength, renewed faith, and for a peace for me and my children. I am not drowning today. I am sitting in the water. I am just sitting. |
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