Daddy,
I need to talk to you. I have several writing things I need
to get done today, things people have asked me to do, and I am honored. I know,
oh, I *KNOW* that you opened these doors and gave me this favor, and I am
disgusted to tell you this, but I'm struggling with words because...I'm
struggling with wanting to impress these people. In fact, I'm more wound up
about impressing them than I am conveying YOU, and all of us know you are
everything. They've asked me to do this because they trust I do convey you. So,
Daddy, help me. The enemy is trying to steal my focus and my Truth. He is
trying to steal my Source by telling me all the things *I* am not. I'm not
witty enough or eloquent like this other person. I declare right now that I am
Jerri, a daughte of the Almighty King who fully equips me for EVERY good
purpose for which HE has called me. I am a masterpiece, and I was made just for
this moment. I am fully yours. I hear you. I serve you only, and you are
faithful to give me the words and the heart for exactly what you desire to say.
Thank you for being wholly for me and with me and never condemning me when I
have to kill my flesh yet again. I love you, Daddy. Amen
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