![]() ![]() Oftentimes I look back at my writings and see: God is always there. I write my prayers, not because I think that I cannot speak audibly to God, but because by writing my prayers, I can look back some time later and see how I have grown, or how I have not or how God provides, and helps me understand what I really needed. The passage was read, and then we sank down into prayer. ![]() Waiting for you, and for me, to stand under its flow. The anointing was given at creations dawn. I have learned not be be surprised that I’ve been chosen. Other times it will overtake you at the high point of the day when all eyes are on you. Sometimes that genius will find you in the midnight hour. The place on which you stand is holy ground. Running down the crown of your head, leaving little droplets of sweet smelling perfume in the dust around you. To break open new paradigms and design an unforeseen story. To shake the foundations and make new worlds. But whether that something moves you to do, let the Spirit take you. Open your mouth to say those words, at which you tremble. The Anointing There are times when that something comes over you. On of the readings today was: from “God Speaks Through Wombs” by Drew Jackson. Reflection from today’s Kindred Project Prayer Group ![]()
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