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03
Dec
12

overflowing

I cannot believe where God has brought me. I cannot believe He’s using me. I don’t bring gifts and talents to the table. I don’t sing, lead, counsel, yet in my weakness He’s strong. I’m humbled and beyond grateful that God IS. And I just can’t even fathom this at times. In my wildest dreams, I had no idea that this, this community life centered solely on Jesus is what it’s all about. I mean, people say these words, but I’ve never really seen it walked out.

All around me, every day I see His kingdom breaking open and shaking loose. It’s beyond exciting. Last night at midnight after spending the entire day with people who desire Him and are seeking Him, I had this crazy desire to gallop around my yard shouting praise to His name. I’m serious.  But I imagined myself twisting an ankle in the dark, so I settled for the three hours of sleep I got and awoke to think and pray and laugh and sigh and cry and hardly contain myself over the things, kingdom things, that are happening in front of my very eyes.

As a former teacher of fourth and fifth grade students, many times I watched the light bulb click on in some of my students’ eyes as they grasped what a verb was or learned how to do long division. But this, this is way better than long division or English. This is a shot of pure joy to watch people in my community latch on to Jesus and not because of anything I did or said. It’s Him; it’s all Him. He is doing this work in us and through us. And I’m able to share in this…His kingdom stuff, and I’m overjoyed. If words could jump off the page in praise and joy, my own would be flying at every person reading this.

Jesus is real. And as we lay our stuff down in front of each other and ask for prayer and seek a Father who loves and understands us, I see some beginning to hold hands open to the things He has, and words cannot describe this. I’m beginning to see why His disciples laid down their lives for Him. Unspeakable, indescribable joy to be His.

I’ve never really been driven to do stuff, like have a career. I enjoyed teaching, but it wasn’t like it was my purpose in life. Teaching was available, so I just kind of fell into it. I enjoyed my students. But if you asked me what my dreams were, I couldn’t really answer that. I knew I wanted to have a family which is a calling in itself and one of the most important things,  but I didn’t have other dreams, as such.

And it’s God’s kindness that after 41 years, I realize I am walking in exactly what God has called me to with my family and also with other people. And I cannot even express the utter peace and joy and overwhelming desire I have to walk with others toward Jesus. This is it. This is my calling, to walk this out with Jeff, with my children, with women, with families.

Jesus said, come and die. I get it…following Him is worth my one wild and crazy life.

Do you feel the darkness tremble
When all the saints join in one song
And all the streams flow as one river
To wash away our brokenness

And here we see that, God, You’re moving
A time of jubilee is coming
When young and old return to Jesus
Fling wide, you heavenly gates
Prepare the way of the risen Lord

-Matt Redman

14
Nov
12

act two: on the other side of this wild ride

Last year, my story was the age-old story of walking around and around the wilderness, like the children of Israel, bemoaning the fact that I couldn’t leave but trying my best to get out, sort of.  I couldn’t stop wallowing around in my own brokenness and believing the lie that Jesus wasn’t enough.  I couldn’t release the idols that I had begun to think were part of me. And I was thirsty but refused to come to the well. And then, I couldn’t even find it anymore and complained that it had been moved. I felt numb and unable to pray or really even care.

But, enough with the clichés about where I was…

This is act two of my continuing story, and this is the story of freedom and grace. This is a story of the love of God and His marvelous work. This is a story of being set free.

I can’t tell exactly when this happened.  I can’t give a prescribed treatment of how this all started or how to get here. It’s not like I did something. I certainly didn’t earn my way here.  It’s God who led me back to the well. And I can’t get enough. I think God just started breaking me apart little by little. And because of His great love, I slowly began to lean in again.

I’ve been in this spot before. I’ve tasted His goodness. I’ve had my hands open to what He has. But this time, I realized I had people to lean in with. And I think that’s what made the difference. I have this little bitty community covenanting with me to love and good works. Other believers are so very, very important to what we our called to do. We need each other so desperately in the Body of Christ, and yet we don’t act like we do. We’re called to encourage each other daily so that we won’t succumb to the enemy’s lies and sin’s hardness. And as long as I’m grounded in the things of God, others can lean in too, because He cannot be shaken.

For we have received the good news just as they did; but the message they heard did not benefit them, since they were not united with those who heard it in faith. (Hebrews 4:2)

So, the  isolation that I assigned and resigned myself to for the last year was not a God-thing. It was my own selfishness, refusing to reach to God and to others for help. I was the one who was needy and struggling, and I was disobedient  and threw a whopping big pity party. I believed the lies. But, I believe, everything can be redeemed.

A month ago, I got on my face, and I repented of my sin of isolation and lack of trust. I trust God, and I’m in process of letting go of everything but Him. It’s uncomfortable at times, but He is making all things new and absolutely beautiful. I’m so thankful for this God, my Abba,  who loves me this much to draw me back  to Himself and to His people.

Go in peace to love and to serve…And take to the world this love, this hope and faith; Take to the world this rare, relentless grace; Go, and go far; Take light deep in the dark; Believe what’s true; He uses all, even you. May the bread on your tongue Leave a trail of crumbs To lead the hungry back to the place that you are from.  -Derek Webb

But we can’t give away what we don’t even possess. So, I’m here. Ready to receive once again from His hands what He has…no matter what. It’s His burden, His yoke, and I’m having the time of my life walking in that, but this time I’m not walking this thing out alone…welcome to act 2.

22
Mar
11

Living on a Prayer

Jehovah Jireh…the Lord Will Provide.

This has been our story for over a year now. Actually, it’s been our story our whole lives, but we haven’t recognized it, not really, until this past year.

I honestly didn’t think that this kind of living was possible, where you pray and God provides either the money or the means. I mean, I always knew He provided little things along the way, but not like this.

I wouldn’t call it living by faith so much, because truly at times I had none. I feel like I spent much of the year walking around in angry confusion. I fought hard against being truly dependent on Him.

A year ago, If  I had been told that we would still be living like this, I would have laughed and cried and maybe thrown a fit or something. Believe me, I’ve thrown many along the way…fits, that is. Many have been aimed at Jeff, but the One I’m really fighting with is God.

That’s what it comes down to. I don’t really want to admit that, but there it is. If I really believe that He is in control of everything, He could have fixed this for me, and He’s done the opposite. He’s gone after the very idols I clung to and has ripped them away. Greed. Security. Safety.

I recently read a book about George Muller, and I was astounded at the way Muller lived His life, praying about everything and allowing God to lead him.

Muller ran an orphanage for the children in England in the 1800’s and trusted that God would provide for his needs and also the children’s needs (some 10,000 children over the course of his life). One lady in England said that praying and trusting God to supply all their needs wasn’t the way that they did things in England.

Muller never had an income, and he never asked anyone for money. Sometimes, they were barely scraping a meal together, and sometimes they didn’t have anything at all, but Muller prayed, and God always showed up.

I read his story, and his story spurs me on to replace all my worries and all my fears with prayer.

This year, our own bank account would be at nothing, and we wouldn’t have any way of paying the next bill or buying food, and someone would show up at our door with money or food that Abba had told them to give us. We would pray for specific amounts of money, and that amount of money would be supplied. This didn’t just happen once or twice but many times over the last year.

We fought this way of life (depending solely on God)  for a long time, but around October, we decided that we would stop with the strategies of trying to figure out how to earn our own way and just listen to the Holy Spirit and that we would walk through whatever doors He opened…kind of like surrender…kind of like allowing Him to lead….

“The person who lives in right relationship with God does it by embracing what God arranges for him.  Doing things for God is the opposite of entering into what God does for you.”

Resistance has come when I don’t want to follow Him, because I don’t know where He’ll take me…and that’s been the scary part. Still is.

But the more I read in the New Testament about following Jesus, it seems to be about being dependent on Him and allowing Him to work through me…through all of us.

I guess He knows that I become too dependent on things and paychecks that come in regularly, rather than Him. This is a lesson that has been hard for me to learn and one that I’m still learning daily.

Along the course of this year,  He’s brought odd jobs and ministry stuff for Jeff and then has taken some things away and has brought other things along to take their places.  Sometimes these things pay; sometimes they don’t. It doesn’t really matter though. He has always provided what we needed at the time.

One morning as I was lying in bed, I was stressing out about the opportunities my children might be missing out on because of the way we’re living. And then I was reminded, that Abba is also supplying for them what they need as well.

The coolest thing is that our kids are seeing our prayers answered. Real, tangible prayers that acknowledge our complete dependence on Him and Him alone.

Even with everything that Abba has supplied,  I find that I often come back to the children of Israel in the wilderness because I feel like I am so similar to them…whooping it up when God provides and then quickly turning  around and whining, “I need, I need.” 

They all ate and drank identical food and drink, meals provided daily by God. They drank from the Rock, God’s fountain for them that stayed with them wherever they were. And the Rock was Christ. But just experiencing God’s wonder and grace didn’t seem to mean much—most of them were defeated by temptation during the hard times in the desert, and God was not pleased. The same thing could happen to us. We must be on guard so that we never get caught up in wanting our own way as they did. (I Cor. 10)

Depending solely on Abba hasn’t been easy. Far from it. It has been wilderness living for sure, and I have been defeated time and time again, but I don’t want that to be the story of my life. I want my life to point to Him and His goodness…His faithfulness.

***

Jeff said to me just the other day, “What if we never run out? What if we always have enough?

That being said, we’ve seen how God truly provides what we need, maybe not what we think we need, but what we actually need.

A while back, my fourteen year old said, “I really like living this way.”

My response, “Whoa. I wish I could say that all the time.”

Living on a prayer…

This goes against what our culture tells us we have to do in order to live the good life. But I think, in all honesty, I am living the good life, and it’s not what I thought it was…

15
Oct
10

The One-Talent Girl

“For the kingdom of heaven is like a man traveling to a far country, who called his own servants and delivered his goods to them. And to one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one, to each according to his own ability; and immediately he went on a journey.  (Matthew 25)

I was recently reading this passage, and it struck me that I’m the girl with the one talent. My husband is the five-talent guy. He’s been really blessed with God-given abilities. He’s a gifted speaker and musician. He’s a great small group leader, knowing just how to cut off the talker without them getting upset. He’s quick on his feet. And to top it all off, he’s smart. And he’s athletic. And the list goes on.

Seriously, I have none of these gifts…these talents. I get up in front of people and “deer in headlights” phrase comes to mind.  I won’t even talk about my musical ability because there is none. I’m not quick on my feet either…I beat myself up over what I should have said.  And I’m certainly not athletic (a stick rolled underneath my foot the other day at the soccer field, and I fell to the ground).  And I don’t have the smarts or the common sense either that I feel might be very beneficial to me at times. I’m not cutting myself down here, nor feeling sorry for myself; I’m just stating the facts. 

I’m not jealous of Jeff.  Because I know that to whom much is given much is required. So I can breathe a sigh of relief…but not really.

Just the other day,  it occurred to me that I’ve been kind of hiding behind my lack of talents and gifts…kind of hiding behind the five-talent dude that I’m blessed to share a life with, realizing that Abba is calling him to do something and supporting him in that, but thinking that it’s his thing because I don’t happen to be the one with the abundance of gifts.

In Matthew 25, Jesus goes on to say that the lord came back, and he wanted to find out what each of his servants had done with their talents. And whether or not you view the gifts as talents or money, it doesn’t really matter. The point is that the man who was given the one talent did nothing with his talent. In fact, he tells his master that he hid the talent because he was afraid.

What was the one-talent guy’s problem? Fear. And it’s the same with me. I’m called to love those around me. But sometimes, I’m just worried that I’ll reach out in love and be rejected, that I’ll get my hand slapped as I reach out to touch others. I find that I often hide behind my messy house or my lack of organization or my shy awkwardness that seems to come out of nowhere sometimes. But it all stems from fear.

I ask for courage. But still I struggle.

The old song “Trust and Obey” says, “Never fear, only trust and obey.” And I’m not talking about obeying a bunch of rules here. I’m talking about trusting and obeying the Father. And there’s a big difference.

These days, I’m just tuning my ears into my Abba and trying to listen and obey. Sometimes I obey. Sometimes fear gets the best of me, and I refuse to submit. Obedience isn’t easy. It means losing my life…It means taking up my cross daily. But the benefits? Jesus states that when you lose your life, that’s when you get it back…abundantly…because it’s His life.

14
Oct
10

Distracted With Stuff

I deserve nothing, and yet I have everything.

And I’m not even sitting here comparing myself to people who live in third world countries. I’m just saying that I have everything I need and then some. Alot, actually…I have alot. And I’m still not comparing. I’m just stating the obvious.

I recently read a fiction book called Demon: A Memoir where a demon is recounting his story to a human being. It really got me to thinking about how distracted and “stuffed” my life is.

In the book, the demon says to the man, “You can’t see clearly. It’s why you wonder why bad things happen to so-called good people, why there is violence, disease, the senseless things on the news. You’re short-sighted, focused only on your immediate surrounding, your immediate time frame… your life transpires in a blink.  You’re driven by the things you see, that you can touch and smell. By what you feel. Things as temporal as you are.” (183)

“We (Lucifer and demons) have other methods of distraction as well, palatable, innocuous distraction condoned by your social mores. Gratification. Success. The striving for everything your culture says is important and worthwhile.  Everyone thinks they deserve happiness, after all. It’s practically written into your Constitution. What a great country. (267-268)

In essence, what he means is what an easy target we all are. Satan is out to distract us from the Way, the Truth, and the Life and destroy us in the process.

I’m grateful for my life.  But what if, like Job, all the extra stuff was stripped away and I had nothing, none of the blessings that I think I deserve? What if it were all gone in a day and none of it was left? My stuff, my family, my health?  Would I curse God and die? In reality, I really deserve none of these things. But would I still curse God and die?  I was formed out of dust and to dust I’ll return. And, yet, I forget this.

In our striving to make ourselves happy and comfortable, we’ve sort of  become like Nebuchadnezzar in all his apathy toward the people around him. Nebuchadnezzar had just declared God’s miracles and sovreignty, and then he says,  “I, Nebuchadnezzar, was at home taking it easy in my palace, without a care in the world.”  He has a dream, and Daniel comes in and tells him that God is going to make him crazy unless he changes his ways and starts showing mercy to the poor. A year goes by, and Nebudchadnezzar still  had not changed his ways. And God did what He said He was going to do. He makes him crazy like a loon and the great, mighty king starts acting like a cow, eating grass in the field.

I doubt very much that we’re all going to start eating grass in the fields, but this one hits a little close to my own materialism and apathy.

“The seed cast in the weeds is the person who hears the kingdom news, but weeds of worry and illusions about getting more and wanting everything under the sun strangle what was heard, and nothing comes of it. (Matthew 13:22)

It seems so easy. All Satan has to do is get us distracted by stuff  (power, fame money),  because Jesus says we cannot serve two masters at once. So Satan doesn’t even have to steal the seed away, our distractions make us unfruitful and unconcerned about Jesus and the people around us.

In the last year, our neighborhood and surrounding area have been burglarized a lot.  No one has been hurt in all of these robberies,  but I’ve talked to several neighbors since, and I’ve come to realize that some of our neighbors really want to physically hurt these thieves, like shoot and kill them. I get it that we want to protect our families. But some want to take away other people’s lives for stealing their stuff. There’s a reason that Jesus says not to lay up our treasures here on earth, where moth and rust corrupt and thieves break in and steal. Jesus knew our hearts would soon follow our treasure.

What is Abba calling me to do? What is Abba calling you to do? It’s probably going to have similarities but also look completely different at the same time.

I know we’re all called to follow and to love. The actual obedience part in the following and loving will probably look different for each one of us, because I’m dealing with different weaknesses, and I have different gifts. It makes sense that He’ll call us to do different things.  But we’re still part of the same body.  If I’m called to sell all that I have and give to the poor, that may not be what you’re called to do. Someone’s calling is not lesser than someone else’s. So let’s not compare.

I have no agenda here. I’ve just been taking a good, hard look at the life that Jesus led and the life that I now lead, and I’m questioning whether or not this is what it’s supposed to look like or if I’ve gotten distracted along the way with the things I have and the things I think I deserve.

Julia (who’s seven) said to me this morning, “We don’t need a whole lot. We need a little bit of food, and we need Jesus.”

No wonder Jesus loves the little children so much and said,  “For of such is the kingdom of heaven…”

 

03
Aug
10

Expectations or Expectancy?

“If you and I are friends, there is an expectancy that exists within our relationship. When we see each other or are apart, there is expectancy of being together, of laughing and talking. That expectancy has no concrete definition; it is alive and dynamic and everything that emerges from our being together is a unique gift shared by no one else. But what happens if I change that ‘expectancy’ to an ‘expectation’–spoken or unspoken? Suddenly, law has entered into our relationship. You are now expected to perform in a way that meets my expectations. Our living friendship rapidly deteriorates into a dead thing with rules and requirements. It is no longer about you and me, but about what friends are supposed to do, or the responsibilities of a good friend….expectations are the basis of guilt and shame and judgment, and they provide the essential framework that promotes performance as the basis for identity and value.” (205-206)

Expectations destroy…they can destroy friendships, marriage, families…sometimes all in one fell swoop. I want to enjoy my relationships.  I don’t want my relationships to be riddled with expectations, and I have to be honest, they have been at times. It’s been my loss in the past that I cannot just love and enjoy the people around me, rather than demand that my needs be met by them.

I’ve had friends who have tried to fix me…seriously, good luck with that. It seems that when people try to fix each other, there is an expectation for that person to act a certain way, because that person is just not measuring up to their expectations, and this seems to happen for a variety of reasons…power, control…maybe even wanting that person to perform in the same way that they themselves might feel like they have to perform for others.

Sadly, people who don’t have freedom don’t want others to have it either. Look at the Pharisees…they were angry that Jesus and His disciples had freedom and actually helped people on the Sabbath. The Pharisees desperately tried to make everyone, even the Son of God, live up to their rules…their laws…their expectations of who they thought God was and wanted Him to be.

It’s hard being in relationships where I know I’m not measuring up…where I know I should be doing something, maybe I don’t even know what that something is, but there’s this expectation there, this pressure to perform…to be something I’m not, to act a certain way, to fulfil a demand that someone has put upon me, whether stated or unstated.  

 “Perform in a way that meets my expectations…” and then when I get those expectations met, I’ll give you ten more…that’s just how expectations work; the bar just gets raised higher and higher. I’ve done that before in my friendships but a whole lot more in my marriage, as Jeff can certainly attest to.

There were certain expectations that I had of Jeff in the past… to make me secure, to make me happy, to meet all my needs…and that’s not fair…not fair to him…not fair to me, if he chooses to comply with my needy demands…Talk about frustration on all levels. Jeff could not possibly do the things I was requiring of him, not for any length of time anyway. He simply wasn’t meant to meet all my needs.

Now, I really try to look to Jesus (my All in All) to meet my needs, not all the time for sure, but more than I ever have. I think one of the most freeing things about my relationship with Him is that He doesn’t have expectations on me; I mean, what could I possibly do for Him anyway? How could I possibly benefit the God of the universe?

For so long, I thought of God as a demanding tyrant who could never be pleased with anything that I did, much less be pleased with me. I don’t see Him that way anymore. When He looks at me, He sees Christ.

I think I’ve grown hopeful of seeing my Abba soon…I am expectantly excited…I cannot wait until I can see Him and just be with Him, and I think He feels the same way about me. Sara Groves has a song that she wrote called “Going Home.”  What if all our relationships looked like this?

Going home, I’ll meet you at the table. Going home, I’ll meet you in the air… Oh, I cannot wait to be home.

I’m confined by my senses to really know what you are like. You are more than I can fathom, more than I can guess, and more than I can see with human sight. But I have felt you with my spirit. I have felt you fill this room. This is just an invitation, a sample of the whole, and I cannot wait to be going home. Face to face how can it be?

I have a neighbor, who is also a good friend. We walk together almost every morning, and I really look forward to hanging out with her. We talk; we’ve prayed before; sometimes we just laugh. We don’t really put expectations on each other. But there is an expectancy there. I cannot wait to see her, to find out how her previous day has gone, what struggles she’s had to deal with, just friend kind of stuff. But I don’t try to fix her. What freedom for both of us to be who we are without condemnation and judgment, even when we spread our junk out for each other to see!

I have other friends like this, for which I’m very grateful. I don’t take those friendships for granted. I just look forward to seeing them again and hanging out with them. Just this past weekend, I had friends that came for a visit; and before they left, I was already looking forward to the next time they would come. No expectations…just expectancy.

But even when we’re not trying to, sometimes expectations do come to the surface, so how do we get rid of them?  How do we get back to that expectancy, that excitement of just being with the ones we love, instead of looking for something more from them?  

For me, it’s allowing Jesus  to change me and the people around me and not trying to fix them. Let’s work at just being together. Sound like fun?

No expectations.

No agenda.

No performance.

No shoes required.

02
Aug
10

Manna in the Wilderness

In my post “Something to Talk About, ” I told the story about the crazy way in which Jeff lost his temporary job and how he didn’t get paid for the last two weeks he worked. Many people would be in a really tough spot if they didn’t get their last paycheck, and we weren’t any different. 

But I found that Abba really got my attention through Jeff losing his job, because I thought I had everything mapped out. I had really wanted for Jeff to get on full-time, so that we would have a little security. I should really know better by now.

But I began to trust, because, really, what other options do I have? I know Abba’s going to take care of us. He’s always done so before. It may not be in the way that I think that it will be, or maybe not even in the way I would like for it to be, but He knows the way that’s best for me.  Always.

So, I have thrown up my hands and am like, “Ok, Abba, this is you; it’s all you! ‘Cause I got nothing.”

I’m just wondering how long He’s been waiting to hear those words come out of my mouth.

Before word had even gotten around that Jeff had lost his job, a friend of mine messaged me on facebook about wanting to bring us some food. Other friends and family gave us a few hundred dollars. And I knew He was providing.  But, in the back of my mind, I knew His provision, so far, wasn’t going to be enough to cover future bills, like the mortgage. But He said to not worry about tomorrow.

But, practically speaking, I was beginning to think about what items we could sell in our house that would bring in some cash flow. Jeff and I came to the conclusion that most of our stuff isn’t worth much (we bought most of our stuff pretty cheap, and we’ve been given a lot of hand-me-downs, so it wasn’t “nice” to start with), and after having 5 kids bouncing around on furniture and spilling stuff all over the place, well, we don’t have anything that would bring in more than $50, and I might be delusional in even thinking that.

But I began cleaning out closets because I’m going to have a yard sale.  I didn’t make a whole lot from my last yard sale…maybe enough to pay our phone bill, but it was something.   But amazingly, I really wasn’t worried about it. There comes a point when you have to laugh (guffaw and snort a little, actually) because the situation seems so desperate.

In the meantime, we’ve realized that He is opening the door for Jeff to start his own business where he wants to go in and help non-profits, which we would never have been open to him doing if he had been given a full-time job with the company he was working for.  But starting a business takes some time to start bringing in income.

I kept thinking that if Abba wanted us to pursue this business, then He was going to have to make it happen. He was going to have to provide enough money for us to be able to live.

I prayed for a very specific amount of money ($2,000), thinking that for me to ask for so much was absurd, and that maybe,if He answered my prayer, that it would come in a little bit at a time.  A few days later, we got a check for $2,000 from family members. This family member said, “You know, we always talk about how God owns the cattle on a thousand hills, and we just wanted you to have at least one cow!”

This has now happened twice. The exact amount I was praying for coming in within a few days. But it has nothing to do with me…it’s all Him, and I’m just so grateful that it doesn’t depend on me.  Just like He provided manna for the children of Israel in the wilderness, He’s doing the same for us and throwing in a few quail every now and then.

I’ll hear Jeremiah, who is almost 6, walk around singing or whistling this song that one of Jeff’s aunts have all the kids sing at family reunions right before we eat. “Here we stand like birds in the wilderness waiting to be fed.” That’s what I feel like…like I’m standing there like a baby bird with my mouth wide open waiting for Abba to fill it. And what a great place to be!

I heard yesterday that one of Jeff’s cousins got a job after being out of work for a few months, and they were down to the wire as well. I’m praying specifically for others who don’t have jobs and are almost beside themselves not knowing what they are going to do. I pray that Abba will make it very clear and will bring provision but most importantly that they know who who holds their hand in the middle of their path.

I don’t know about tomorrow,
It may bring me poverty;
But the One Who feeds the sparrow,
Is the One Who stands by me.
And the path that be my portion,
May be through the flame or flood,
But His presence goes before me,
And I’m covered with His blood.
Many things about tomorrow,
I don’t seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.

I’m very grateful for the gifts that He gives, but I don’t want to become so enamored with the gifts and the blessings that I lose sight of the Giver of those gifts. Jesus says in John 6 that He is the Bread of Life. Not only does He provide our daily bread, but He is our Bread…He Himself is the One who sustains us by His own life. 

I am the LORD your God, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt. Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it.  Psalm 81:10




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