By the time we were knit in our mothers wombs our lives were like open books before Him--every sentence read every paragraph indented every chapter titled every page numbered. He knew it all in advance--all the sin all the selfishness every weakness. Yet He chose to love us--lavishly.

We must pray in order to grow and we must grow because Infinite Love will not cannot settle for less than the greatest joy of which his beloved creature is capable.

If prayers emitted light youd see ours Liberty students from space.

We both just stood there. I let the breeze brush against my skin the sun release the tension in my muscles. It was as close as I had felt to God in a long time. Its like were praying Celeste whispered. Only were not saying anything.

Rather than walk about holy places we can thus pause in our thoughts examine our heart and visit the wheel promised land.

Havent my past sermons taught you anythingYes Emilie threw at him that you pray for those who are close to God and those who arent who need Him you toss away like garbage.

Signore Buon Dioabbiate pazienzason di nuovo io.

Some part of me broke in prayer that morning and some part of me was reborn as I gave myself fully and completely to prayer and to God in that moment.

Prayer is making space available for God to do beautiful things with your life.

If He strips us of all our own resources we just might learn to lean on Him. And to start praying again.