In my hurry for holiness, don't let me mistake
feeling for
filling . . .
Slow me down that I may not miss one drop of You. Open every crevice and the secret dark places that I may truly be filled to overflowing with Your Spirit. Pour Yourself into me, and may I pour myself right back into You . . .
Cup my face in Your hands and kiss good-morning life onto and into my sleepy features.
Amen. Hope you have a blessed Sunday!!
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