how could i hope to find myself in Jesus’s tent when my heart was harbouring such bitterness and filth?
there is nothing undesirable and ugly in His presence. his permeating saturated atmosphere only allows for goodness and love.
look, God, look at the buckets of devotion, the pouring out of the faith of individuals in a steady stream. we pour ourselves out to you, whether in little or in large. as you watch the stream of devotion, God, won't you pour out your blessings upon us in the same flow. a river, a river of blessings in our empty troughs.
as i commit to small steps of faithfulness, may you grow the mustard seed in my heart. as i build your house, may you build your house in me.