Moments, when I speak with God about anything are better than all else.  I reach for this or that and it fulfills but with a tinny aftertaste consistent with things of this world.  That stands to reason as the most prevalent, “surface” metal on the earth is tin, supple, flimsy, easily warped and rusted.  They are not filled by the Spirit and they wear me out, the death of a thousand cuts I believe it was called.  Must I really feel so out of place?  Is this what just passing through really means, that I must yearn for the hereafter so that I may finally be at home?  Lord, I know that you sent me here to fulfill my purpose, perhaps just doing it for you will reduce the insubstantial effect.  When You come to establish the millennial reign, I hope that I stop feeling so darn alone.  It is okay because I know that I am here for Your good pleasure, but it would be nice to be part of a true family.  Though I pray that being among those Brothers and Sisters who have put on the imperishable will let me feel some of what means to be home.  I know that my only inclusive solace now is time spent with You.

Your enemies Lord have been effective in seeding despair, illusion and falsehood.  I look in the eyes of people and I see their deep concern, distrust and misunderstanding.  Lacking truth they are susceptible to the winds of revolution, conquest and rage.  Their knowledge of You has grown so thin that they barely find enough love to give themselves, leaving none for others.  Compassion is something to be envied as the benevolent are heralded as worthy of praise, praise that belongs solely to You.  I cannot stop them Lord and that makes me shutter as I see them intent on passage to places reserved for Your rebellious sons.  Why must so many misunderstand?  Show me the way to dispatch and disperse the Good News of Christ in a such a simple, clear, demonstrative way that it cannot be ignored, disputed or denied.  Let my eyes see You clearly so that all those who look into them may see Your Glorious reflection and know that You are the One True God.

I am only a reflection of You.  Let me be the small flame in ignition of Spiritual Fires for cleansing revival.  Let it begin in this nation and circumvent the Globe.  In Your precious name I pray, Lord Jesus My King.