My
singing is a cacophony--at best. Even the Homesteader gives me a dirty
look. My prayer life is feeble. I long for a deeper intimacy with Him.
But this I know. Horrendous and feeble--I need both every day or my
spiritual strength is weakened and my cup empty. As I sing and pray day
by day, His joy becomes my strength. Empty cup? I have found only one
cure. Sing unto the Lord. Pray without ceasing.
Sing. Pray. A
short and sweet "sermon." He is a Living Savior and His ears are always
open to our cries. Sympathetically. He knows we are but dust. And He
loves us.
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