I am going to find the sweet spot. I can taste and smell the sweetness.
Then I am going to stay in the sweet spot.
But these are issues of the will. My will has failed me in the past and will fail me in the future.
But Daddy has made me hungry for the sweet spot, so He will make a way for me to go and abide.
How about gazing. Admit that I am poor and broken and needy, and go searching for what I need from my El Shaddai. I can not afford a more sophisticated and personally powerfull approach.
I need you, like the flowers need the rain, you know I need you.
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