Falling into Place
Sacrificial love has caught me off-guard. My heart knows joy again; thank You, Lord Jesus. And I’m watching as God does just as He has always said. May Your will be done, Lord.
I knew I’d been seeing and feeling a shift. Well today I saw the Psychiatrist and the numbers made it obvious. If we’re talking on a ten-scale, numbers from my last appointment were primarily ten. Today, by the very grace of God, zero. That doesn’t happen without miracle involved. My psychiatrist, being a Christian man, could only sit back: “Seriously?” “Yes.” “No, seriously?” “Yes!” He was astonished. “Well, praise God, then!!”
The shift is here. Winds are changing.
Praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ, protector and guardian of my life. Giver of grace over the broken state of being that I’ve watched be shattered and trampled on the floor. Now the one to lift me of the dust I am created, to breathe a new life eternal, yet again. Praise You, Jesus. Praise You. The Spirit has worked as a blaze of fire; He’s an inferno devastating every dark place within my heart. And all the while, I know words without words.
Of Muddy Paws On The Concrete Road 