Streams of Mercy

I missed it yesterday – my weekly thankful list.  This dry, stale feeling makes it hard to write.  The gratitude is there in abundance after the devastation that roared through my home state last week.

Tuesday night I sit down and pour out how dry I am feeling these days.  Seeking God to direct me I have picked up His Word along with several books.  Desperately I want to know Him, live in His presence, walk the paths of His garden.  

“It occurs to me, thinking about prayer, that most of the time I get the direction wrong.  I start downstream with my own concerns….Instead, I should start upstream where the flow begins….God already cares…Grace, …descends to the lowest part. Streams of mercy flow. I begin with God…”  Phillip Yancey, Prayer: Does It Make Any Difference

God, in His grace, lets water begin to flow.  A friend, not know about the post I am writing, sends encouragement, suggesting another book on prayer.   When I begin my morning reading here, the verse of the day is…

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your request to God.”  Philippians 4:6

Empty I begin, seeking God.  True to His word I find Him in the first stumbling steps.  

I posted words from a song written by the worship leader at a wonderful local body here I have the privilege to attend.  I leave you with his YouTube video of the song (I hope)…