I am trying something new here. I am giving myself a one-word prompt and will just write until I am done writing. Sort of like the Gypsy Mama’s 5 minute friday, except I will place no time limit on myself. But, I will not try to think to hard about what to say and will just write.
Good for me.
At least, not as bad as sugar.
God thinks it’s great enough to say “A land flowing with milk AND honey.”
Honey is part of the promised land.
Sweet. Good for me. Fulfilling a promise given a long time ago.
Only God is better.
Pure love given to me as a promise of plenty and peace.
Golden and pure like the sunrise in the East. Bringing promises of peace and plenty.
Jesus’ love for me that lead to a final sacrifice.
Undeserved by me.
Being with the Father IS the promised land.
Pure and sweet. Golden like the streets of Heaven (so I hear).
A promise to be with the father forever.
Honey from the promised land of peace and plenty.
May I rest in your Glory today Father.
May I feast on your honey. Sweet. Pure. Golden. Delicious.
Posted in Blood of the Lamb, Grace, Love, Peace, Promises
Tagged delicious, father, glory, God, golden, goodness, heaven, honey, Jesus, sweet
I had no ideas about what to write so I asked the Lord for something to write about. Four words came to mind: milk, honey, plenty, and promise. These words obviously go together (Promised Land anyone?), but I believe I am supposed to write from heart about them individually.
The word milk automatically makes me think of the Promised Land. Moses was sent to bring his people to the land “flowing with milk and honey”. Evidently God sees this as a good thing. The one thing that speaks to me about the Promised Land was that everything that the Israelites was available to them in this land, if they just did what God told them to do. The Israelites had a hard time doing this because it took them 40 years to get there. But they did get there.
I often see myself as one of the wandering Israelites waiting to get to what God has promised me. In my mind I can just see over the cliff, just enough to know that the promise is there. I wonder when I will ever get there. I ask God, “Haven’t I done enough now?”. I am so ready for the promises. I am so ready to be there in the Promised Land. When can I go Lord?
It occurs to me that perhaps I am already there. I am like a blind beggar sitting in the lush landscape begging for a scrap. Satan has feed me enough lies that I believe in my blindness as my reality. I can just smell the flowing milk and honey, but I have yet to taste it. Perhaps if I stopped believing I was blind and poor, I might be able to partake in the feast before me.
When I accepted Jesus into my heart, I had access to the abundance of God. Yet, my heart believed that I was not good enough, or clean enough, or whatever enough to take what is rightfully mine. I could not tap into the infinite and good resources available to me because I believed the darkness more than I believed the light.
Today, I ask you Lord to take the scales from my eyes so that I can see and partake in all that you have given to me. Amen.
Posted in Captivity, My own worst enemy, Obedience, Obstacles, Promises, Satan, Truth
Tagged abundance, clean, gift, honey, Jesus, land flowing, milk, Promised Land, resources, Satan