Salvation and glory and power belong to our God, for true and just are His judgments.
Praise our God, all you His servants, you who fear Him, both small and great!
For our Lord God Almighty reigns.
Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory.'
~ Revelation 19
Dear Heavenly King ~
Would you please help us lay aside our far-too-busy calendars, the endless lists and complex cookie recipies, those rolls of gift wrap waiting to be unfurled and put to work, that gradually escalating frantic spirit that yanks at someplace deep within.
Keep on prompting us to turn off every device that grabs hold of our rapidly fraying attention span and distracts from what is most necessary.
Gentle us, settle our restlessness, and invite us to breathe deep and allow Your Spirit to come closer than ever before. We long to lean into Your everlasting arms ... and we so need to remember the rugged sacrificial journey from splendor to feeding trough. Carpenter's workshop to waterside. Hilltop cross to miraculously empty tomb.
And back up to heaven's sacred splendor again.
We long for our heart-praises to soar high aloft to You, the only One who is worthy of our adoration. And we need Your help in offering those hallelujahs with every bit of joyful exuberance that You promise to provide.
'Oh come to my heart, Lord Jesus, there is room in my heart for Thee.'
* sharing Hallelujahs with Holley