A day goes by. And nightfall comes again.The soft glow of the lamplight illuminates my tear stained face. It's on nights like this you know God is good because you have tasted and have seen. Just hours ago, she talked with friends about the diffuculties of life and of God restoring hearts.
And I was asked how God had worked in my heart. There it was again--this pressing. I wanted to cry. To spill my heart to trusted souls brought healing. Because they cared enough to ask the deeper questions--to press deeper--to love that much.
I shake my head in amazement. This pressing..I seek God; I press into Him. They seek me; press into me.
And I am healed through the pressing and from being pressed.
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