Innerdialects

#Prayer- a- day. 26,27,28.

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Father,

There are days with no words, just Resting* Listening**, Leaning***, like a weaned babe in You: these 3 Moments unlocking Gateways…

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*I rest, rooted in You.
**Listening for Your Pulse - my breath.
***Leaning on Your Sap, my Strength. 

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What these 3 Keys* unlock for me :

🎶Faith x Doubt: I think of Talking with God, as a Vineyard, a Place where I am exchanged for a whole new person. Renewed for purpose. The process may not be easy. (Think of a grafting, a pruning…)

I watch my pet arguments & injury – crush away, as at a Vine press. To really nestle in His Presence, I must give up justified reasons to despair….

He begins to re-write me. His ink is the many hued colours of emotions I’ve merely sniffed suspiciously at. Oh terrific mystery, re-working me, in Your Ink.

I shut up Blindness to see. Oh. No human method will go where He goes- deep in the hell of us. 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.

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)

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🎶Hope x Despair: The Power that raised Jesu from the dead, open my ears 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 mutters 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, in minor notes that score the lyrics of my life. What emotion is this, tell me. Who, what, where can mere imagination/ self counselling lead one to, but only more despair? 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 a jar of clay- ) What d_‘you say though – Christ pours Hope pours out from new casks, new, new. As if me being clay didn’t matter. (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 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. Here, precious one, lean. D’you too hear His Whisper, His outrage against what hurts you? Here, Fear, (that twisted knot in the middle of human core), has spat havoc, but no more…

in His Presence, if we let Him, Fear is a serpent with a smashed head. Here I am- little wild branch, Grafted in Christ the Vine. Prayer is also resting, leaning, receiving. It is a song of Freedom the Father sings over us. Listen carefully, and you will hear His lyrics of Love….in the everyday around us. In broken dreams, like smashed cisterns they well up new life….

may Restoration flow.

“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