Oh may we be caught praying! "While I was speaking and praying, confessing my sin and the sin of my people Israel, and presenting my plea before the Lord my God, while I was speaking in prayer, the man Gabriel, whom I had seen in the vision at the first, came to me in swift flight at the time of the evening sacrifice." Daniel 9:21. We may never ever see an angel deliver our prayer, but we hold fast to the very Word of God for His Precious Promises are all "yes." And we wait in prayer. Confessing our own sin. Daniel pointed the finger at himself first. He is dealing with what stirs inside of him---though pale in comparison to the depths of sin surrounding him.
And the angel clarified: "At the beginning of your pleas for mercy a word went out, and I have come to tell it to you, for you are greatly loved." Daniel 9:23. And how the Promises and the Passion of being greatly loved just melts our hearts.
This prayer life intrigues and invites. Make me want to set a hundred Bell Tower alarms as reminders to pray.
Oh Father, teach us to pray. Every day, I say the "Our Father," hallowed be Thy Name. Give us today our daily bread and forgive us like you do for the Daniels of the world who are so in touch with the darkness that lurks within---right smack dab in the middle of all the Goodness. Send your Mercy. Make us Good. You Alone are Good! We long for You, Our Father.
The man who had seen so much was 92-year-olds.
Held captive of sorts on the Isle of Patmos.
GUILTY of preaching the Gospel.
Some say waiting wearily.
John says: John 1:17 ~ When I saw God\\\
I fell at His Feet as though dead*****
But HE *laid* his RIGHT HAND on me,
Sayinhg: "~Fear not~, I AM
The First & the Last,
I AM the Living One.
His Eyes as a ^Flame of Fire^
"May represent his Knowledge
of the secrets of ALL hearts,
and of the most distant events."
Matthew Henry
A severe depression hit me in 2006. I no longer could stand.
Doesn't matter what caused it as much as
the tsunami that overflowed
the banks of my soul.
Doesn't matter what it appeared
that people did to my family as much as
the tornado of thoughts and actions
that I must repent of.
I was about half dead,
not functioning well physically. My Fault.
God brought this very story to mind
as I lay helpless for weeks ...
John was old, weary, weak, captive.
God laid His Right Hand on John's shoulders
I don't espouse to know a whole lot about such Mystery.
But this I know:
My God raised me back up from the dead, the lifeless.
He knows the Secrets of my heart
The most distant events of my past that haunt
The most distant events of my future that terrify.
Fear Not
The Flaming Fire, The Living One is white hot here.
And this isn't about Works Righteousness.
No, it's all about His Righteousness that stood me back on my feet.
PHOTO: Watching the Texas sun rise in the sky. Thinking here about being back of my feet and still "greatly loved" and what that really means for me today.
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