Father is the keeper of my dreams.
There are times it seems like the entire focus of this life is to destroy dreams. and that makes sense, since the dreams are from Daddy and the death of them is from the adversary of dreams and the adversary of Daddy.
The really wonderful thing about this life in the wilderness, leaning on the arm of my Beloved, is that every challenge provides a reminder of the need to lean on Christ, and a reminder that I am on his arm.
How can I forget where I am seated? I don't get that. While I hate adversity, I rejoice in what it does.
Father, the trials and troubles of this life drive me to you.
Oh, how I wish it was my fascination with you.
Draw me, Daddy. Renew my awe today.
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