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.