drop the grave clothes….they smell.

   Spent part of the afternoon downtown with the Butcher….looking at his dreams. I think I felt the gentle tug of the Lord, making them my dreams too. On Easter, I shed my grave clothes…really, I did, and I have been eagerly anticipating what Abba has for me ever since ! I know He wants me to love , and I know that love is a heavy mantle to wear…I am trying to listen and prepare my spirit man. I have something to give, and I know that He is making me ready. Hope springs eternal. It is never early, or late, its right on time. My grave clothes were starting to smell, they had to go. The best thing about Abba is how little you have to say, he hears every groan, every whimper, and every”here I am papa, pick me up”.

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