There are three things that God has asked me to pray for repeatedly. Three words, that is my recurring prayer list.
I won’t tell you what they are, but I will tell you this: He could not have asked me to pray for anything else that would have stretched me, worked me over, and left me wiped out the way these three words have done.
Sometimes the things that make us stretch the most come in the smallest of packages. (Have you talked to a parent lately? I bet they would concur.)
And like so many other things He delivers in the same way, He is killing me with words.
And He is doing it
so He can restore me.
Sounds like an Easter message to me.
A little belated,
a little haphazard,
and just perfect.
Just as the disciples felt that first Easter morning.