Isaiah 62:6-7
6 I have posted watchmen on your walls, Jerusalem;
they will never be silent day or night.
You who call on the LORD,
give yourselves no rest,
7 and give him no rest till he establishes Jerusalem
and makes her the praise of the earth.
What He builds won’t move
What’s surrendered to Him is protected by Him
What’s His is cared for by Him
What He started He will finish
Put it fully in His hands.
Psalm 39:11 Surely man is but a breath.
The Hebrew word for breath here inplies to exhale
God breathed on dust and made Adam
But a breath
God says to Jerimiah, “before 
I formed you in the womb I knew you.”
Of coarse He knew of him
But what if He knew him-knew him?
My mother-in-law tells a story about when she was a toddler, she told her mother that she was in heaven and picked her mom out saying “she looks like she needs me”
I believe her
But a breath
The harvest is plentiful
We work the harvest and vanish
The harvest is the purpose
But a breath
“I shall not give glory to another nor my praise to graven images.”- Isaiah 42:8
We are clay jars that show the goodness of God
or merely a breath
Don’t waste your breath.
"What are you still doing here?"
This frightened me when I saw it on top of the ladder at my day job. Seen it a few times in the past few years at work. But today it had the prophetic edge that shook me up.
Over lunch today I met with a local Pastor who I feel a new call to lend my services to. Just nailed down a date for a new prayer movement two days ago.
Heard a word from the Lord a few days ago that He was “putting me in a postion to have one mission and one mind.”
Had a talk with the wife and now the clock is ticking…
My eyes are on you Lord.
Today to no avail I try and imagine my life without prayer
I know without the divine guidance and partnership linear vanity would stream forth
Uncontrolled chaos like being stuck on a roller coaster that never stops
But with God all time and purpose ceases
And I seek His counsel and in some strange way He seeks mine
I rest there in the divine pause to think about all that I am and All He is
Worship happens like a rain in spring bringing forth a cool and calming perspective
Everything that seemed so hard and fast all of a sudden has a soft edge and a rounded corner
What seemed impossible has been lowered like a mountain
and the low valley of negativity has been raised by praise
I try to imagine a life without prayer and fail
Cause without it there is no life at all
Just a slow death
-Pray
“Firing clay transforms it from its humble, soft beginnings into a new substance, ceramic. Ceramics are tough, strong, and very similar in some ways to stone. Pieces of pottery have survived for thousands of years, all due to clay that met fire.”
