Divine appointments. Sitting next to a woman named Janice at a Sunday evening convert to glorify God in the public eye while only one hundred and four miles west on the same street that passes through the same town off Hwy twelve. one hundred and four miles from a place where it seems like God is quiet... But He is not. God is loud everywhere. Christ cries to see such a lost world that sits so close with in these black border lines.
Hymns and prayers in a park with those who live to serve the God who heals, so many things they are countless. And I am blown away by how the materials of this world quickly fade when the thoughts of serving the Lord causes my heart to beat faster. Causes my legs to yearn, pushing pedals as passions of the Lord bleeds out thicker than sweat pours out. Thicker than the strain that this tent feels while elements and Satan bare down. Walls crumble... He is always present.
Listen.
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