Lydia already was a worshiper of God, like a bud waiting to bloom.
When Lydia listened to the truth, the Lord opened her heart and that brought forth stunning beauty.
Lord, help me to listen. Open my heart to pay attention to Your words.
But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; my trust is in the tender mercy of God forever and ever. [Psalm 52:9]
Lydia already was a worshiper of God, like a bud waiting to bloom.
When Lydia listened to the truth, the Lord opened her heart and that brought forth stunning beauty.
Lord, help me to listen. Open my heart to pay attention to Your words.
They said to him, "We have only five loaves here and two fish." And he said, "Bring them here to me."
-- Matthew 14:17,18
Five small barley loaves which had been baked beforehand. Someone ground the grain, added the yeast, water and salt before kneading the dough and allowing it to rise. Someone cleaned up the bowl where the dough was mixed and the counter where the dough was kneaded. Someone baked the loaves.
Two fish which had been cleaned, seasoned and cooked beforehand by someone. Someone packed the boy’s lunch. Someone washed first the utensils which cooked the fish and then her industrious hands and dried them, perhaps, on the apron tied about her waist.
Dear Someone,
He, who sees you in the night watches and who gathers your tears in a bottle, also walks with you. Draw your daily sustenance from His Love and know that your hard work is the first step towards a miracle of God.
Jesus, encourage us in our daily work and help us to believe that miracles can result from routine, seemingly trivial tasks. Amen.
And I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and in the sea, and all therein, saying, "To him who sits upon the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might for ever and ever." -- Revelation 5:13
The cherubim shall spread out their wings above, overshadowing the mercy seat with their wings. -- Exodus 25:20
di·vine [dəˈvīn]
ADJECTIVE \
1. of, from or like God
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die. -- Ecclesiastes 3:1,2
Thank you, Jesus, for rising from the dead and giving us a hope and a future. Amen.
Lord, have mercy, because I am in misery. My eyes are weak from so much crying, and my whole being is tired from grief.
Psalm 31:9
Thank you, God, that sacrifice to You is a troubled spirit, a broken and contrite heart , that You will not despise. Amen. (Ps. 51:17)