waking thought today, October 28th…
“Jesus, lover of my soul”.
From some other worldly type place the thought came, these words I repeated in thought, two, three, a few or several times, uncertain of them being verse of a Psalm or a song.
The sun is pretty just now, the way it shadows my stack of morning table stuff.
I google the phrase and discover it is a song, an old hymn I must’ve flipped past in the thin pages, seeking backdrops for angels.
I open my journal to read what I wrote earlier, before church or anything at all.
Realizing my faith is a persistent faith, more persistent than resistant and that little things are happening, being evidenced in my soul.
Gradually sticking, this relationship of grace.
There could be no other explanation for waking up to the words of a song.
I must be getting closer to His spirit. It can be the only explanation – every morning I’m thinking of God and I’m not yet or quite yet awake.
Waking up with words like Jesus being the lover of my soul.
What a beautiful song!
What a beautiful
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