On a trip
to Colorado, a Front Range wind was howling past my hotel, window reminding me
that something as inert as air becomes extremely powerful in the right
conditions. Given the right conditions, one single voice can be as mighty as a
hurricane. For the most part, my voice is merely one tool among many used to
express myself. Until, that is, one of those moments when it carries a message
from the Almighty. When my voice becomes His Voice it changes everything.
Speaking faith and love embodied in truth can move mountains, calm storms or
send the minions of darkness scampering away!. Father, You gave me the gift of
voice. Put Your coal of fire to my lips and fill my heart and mouth with what
matters.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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