Inmypromise White

When your desperation becomes your faith fuel because you hunger for more. When you are at the point of death in pretense.  No longer caring what is said and who says it because you need a cure for your terminally ill situation. Everyone identifies with the breaking point. Only certain individuals will Identify with the turning point. The point where you got back up. The point where you stop making excuses. The point where you selfishly started fighting for yourself. Be you at the point of dried bones, new life is available. Under water, under sand, drowning in drama, sinking in circumstances. Your lungs are made full.  You have a portion of hope that reaches out. The reach of your grasp has brushed past several potential solutions. You have clutched many a tank for air. Only to be left breathless.  Now, reaching for living water, that rests with the cool breeze of the breath of life.  Enhale deeply because your metamorphosis turns you into a vessel for the substance you formerly

Above all things guard your heart, for out of it does flow all life. Now, you want me to give you my heart on a platter of promises.  Your promises have no root, no foundation. Your words have no nutrients to strengthen my confidence in your claims. Blind faith is for my Redeemer. Even HE challenges me to prove HIS worthiness of my heart. HE urges me to taste, test, and affirm HE is a true heart Protector. You desire to be trusted with my heart because I like a maiden; have provided a safe place for you to lay your head. Yet, the times I have attempted to rest with your words has brought anxiety, questioning, and doubt. I was as unsettled as  being comforted by Delilah.  Wisdom has revealed that it is not my heart you long to possess but, the life that from it flows. My life is not my own.   Be it all yours the life that flows from me. CHRIST in me is the Hope of Glory. Freely available are these services to all willing to sit at the counter. It is possible to give you life and, no