I wonder why those words are so the same.
Today the new word picture of life in Christ came to life. To be a wick.
There are times when the wick in the Spirit is simply still and fragrant. There are other times that the wick is alight, and extra oil is drawn up by the draft of the heat. Either way is exactly on purpose.
Father, you have made me to be a wick in the lamp of your love. Not like a wick, but a wick. I am intimate with the oil of the Spirit. I am saturated with home, with the essence of rest. If I am alight, it is a bonus...a mighty good bonus.
But my whole job is to rest in the oil
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