Broken. That is how I felt in my spirit going into the second half of the day. The beginning started so well, I was feeling better. It seemed by the second half all hell had broken loose. By evening, I had lesions on each side of the back of my tongue. It was a full on attack. Poppa, are you there, tears streaming down my face? “I’m Listening” by Chris McClarney began to play from my play list. He was there. I needed to quiet my heart through the disrupt and listen. His ways are higher, He sees what I cannot see. He allows what will build me up and make stronger. I’m listening Poppa. Use my situation for Your good, use it to mold me. Refiners fire, when we go through that fire it burns out impurities and we come out pure gold. The enemy means it for our downfall, but our Father means it for our good. Mold me and make me into who You need me to be! We need these days to get to that next level in our destiny. It isn’t pleasant. It sure isn’t pretty, but it’s worth the climb to where we need to be for Kingdom work. 💛 ~ Chelle, #f8ithgal
“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.” ~ Psalm 34:18
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