The volume of sickness and death can be overwhelming but I am in my private place of prayer. The back porch, under the pergola and in the presence of the Father. My wife has made this clean, inviting and a Vickie coif decor. There is a light breeze, partly cloudy canopy and a thousand insects harmonize to entertain.
The veil is rent. I can go directly into the Holy of Holies in intercession of prayer. Some of you reading this, I just called your name and need to the Lord. Very rare August 2nd day where you can turn off the television and sit in a wicker prayer chair. Thank you Lord.
Now, tomorrow is the Lord’s Day of worship. You have always counted on Him, let Him count on you to be faithful. Father, the church is awaiting Your Son’s arrival, we watch the Eastern sky in anticipation. Come Lord Jesus, come!
-Bro. Larry