#Prayer- a- day. 26,27,28.
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There are days with no words, just The Resting* The Listening**, The Leaning***. I bring You these three, as I curl up like a weaned babe in You and begin to see what these 3 Moments do. They unlock Gateways…
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🔑*Here I rest, rooted in You.
🔑** When I listen for Your heartbeat; Your pulse becomes my breath.
🔑*** What I lean on is Your Sap; my strength.
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What these 3 Keys* unlock for me :
🎶Faith x Doubt: Inside me I’ve been led to a Vineyard: a place to Renew, to rest my spirit:
I watch my pet arguments & injury – crush away, as at a Vine press. starting over from what must be crushed out for fragrance. As I nestle in His Presence, I give up all justified reasons to despair.
Out of this Here, His language startles my darkness with Life. Oh terrific mystery, re-writing even me, in Your Ink. Your Ink, the many hued emotions of Things I’ve merely sniffed suspiciously at. Oh Faith, Faith! The substance of things hoped for, the Evidence of Things not seen. For by Faith I understand the worlds were made out of the Word of God – so that what is seen, is made of things Unseen. (The Bible)
Here I must shut up Blindness in order to see the Light. I see that no human method will sort our chaos. A healing begins. Emptiness pours out; my Blanks fill with His Voice – It is Balm on bruise. In the very ouch that yells, we are held. Some call it Sacred Grafting: my mess in His wounds that heal me. His Wounds engineered to heal me. Human words will never explain this ‘morphing’ as we call it. Here there is closure and re- routing… new Beginnings. Not in the distant future, but here, now, like this, just as we are, if I rest, root in Christ like a weaned child. Weaned from even my own self.
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🎶Hope x Despair: The Power that raised Jesu from the dead, open my ears to listen to Your Voice:
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Listen. Listen to His Heart. This is the Heartbeat of a Universe I thought I knew. Shhhlisten: every star, and galaxy, every Lil song bird and river rush- sources from His Whisper here. Here lean, restless Heart. Let all the murmurs of earth, its restless templates, its fault and warp …let it all listen for His dialogue of Hope. Allow every last memo, agenda of hate, to listen to that Still Small Voice that shuts up storms. As I do that – my core responds to His. Heart on heart. In the Quiet, I hear His Song:I am His Song. In the Song of His morning Bird. He sings over me in the speechless dawn, in the midnight hush, even in the minor notes that score the lyrics of my life. And as I listen, my very breath stabilizes. What emotion is this, tell me. Who, what, where can mere imagination/ self counselling lead one to, but only more despair? Here I’m not a random Hope-er! For if you can see results already, is that Hope? But Hope holds on to what is not yet seen…here in the Vinepress of Praying, (it is not pretty: my mouth is an old breaky mud pot – ) What dyou say though – when Discord crushes out, because He does that. I dont get everything, but does a butterfly even know what just happened at cuccoon? Christ pours Hope pours out from new casks, new, new. (Essence from the Bible)
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🎶 Love x Fear. The Greatest of these will always be Love. It is spelled: C-R-O-S-S. Here just let me Lean. 24x7x n
✝️he colour of Love is red, black & blue, brown, yellow, grey, white. It is motley purple, the shape of a Personal Wound that never heals until I respond. It is the decibel of a waiting Father for prodigal human spirit to return to Him. Here, precious one, lean. D’you too hear His Whisper, His outrage against what hurt you, and still continues to? Here, Fear, (that twisted knot in the middle of human core emotion), wreaks havoc, but in His Presence, if we let Him, Fear is a serpent with a smashed head. Here I lean, for Prayer is also leaning, receiving. My wild branch, now grafted in Christ the Vine. Here Rest, as Restoration flows.
“If I be rooted in Christ I’m a new Creation. The old gone, the new here.” (The Bible)
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If my words are too many, forgive me. I have felt nameless feelings this year, too many to even understand. So Prayer is my response to a Time that is thick with a thing too much to handle, except at the Cross that never changed Its Message in our Mess : Rest in Him, Listen to His Voice, Lean on His Strength that we too might Love like Christ, Forgive with the Father’s heart, Heal like new baby skin. What scares me is the fact that I/we can very well refuse the Greatest Love there is.
May our earth, our nations, our homes and personal lives heal
In Jesus,
RN
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31 days of Transformative Prayer:
#26.12.’25 the resting prayer
#27. 12.’25 the listening prayer
#28.13. :25 the leaning Prayer
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