EACH OF US ARE MAGNETS DRAWING OR REPELLING PEOPLE AND SITUATIONS INTO OUR LIVES.OFTEN OUR THOUGHTS MOVE US AWAY FROM GOD AND WE FIND IT DIFFICULT TO HEAR OR KNOW THE VOICE OF HOLY SPIRIT. WE FEEL ALONE AND IT SEEMS AS THOUGH GOD HAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT US AS OUR PRAYERS GO UNANSWERED. MY BLOG EXPLORES HOW OUR THOUGHTS, PEOPLE, AND EMOTIONS OFTEN DEFLECT THE PRESENCE OF GOD. SO GET OUTTA UR WAY AND MAKE ROOM FOR ALL THAT IS GOD.
It is so easy to get lost inside of our minds and believe things about ourselves that are untrue. Sometimes we have to step back and consult with the ultimate authority regarding our importance and significance to the Creator of the Universe.
you have examined my heartand
know everything about me. You
know when I sit down or stand up.You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You
see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You
know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord. You go before me and follow me. You place your hand of
blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,too great for me to understand!I
can never escape from your Spirit. I can never get away from your presence! If
I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the grave,you are there. If I ride the wings of
I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your
strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide meand the light around me to become
night-but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as
bright as day. Darkness and light are the same to you.You
made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my
mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship
is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter
I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every
day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a
single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me,O God. They cannot be numbered! I
can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand. And when I wake up, you
are still with me.