Two words came to mind while in
prayer: ”give space.” The Presence of God can occupy any space, but may not be
recognizable in the junk pile of an overstuffed life. I once entered a simple
greenhouse surrounded by Moscow’s late winter’s ice and snow. Inside were
beautiful green herbs and vegetables; life in the midst of frozen tundra. Lord,
You own me. I want to yield every space to You. Grace for today.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
Father help us to work with you as you clean each room, every nook and cranny of our life. We are the clay you are the potter, help us to trust you more Daddy.
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