The Shifting Of Seasons… Angel’s Prayer Of The Day


The Shifting Of Seasons…

Good morning beautiful people, good morning. What a beautiful morning, another beautiful day to enjoy. The season is beginning to shift here in Maine and the morning now comes with a different look. The crisp morning air has left a blanket of dew on our ground.

Today let’s pray Psalm 23 together on this beautiful morning. The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Father, thank you for rebuilding lives. Isaiah 61 tells us that you, oh God, bestow a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They we will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.

Father, thank you that instead of shame, you give a double portion, and instead of disgrace, we rejoice in our inheritance. And so we will inherit a double portion in your land, and everlasting joy will be ours. Amen.

Have a blessed day God’s most beautiful people. God is never late, even when we think he may be. Believe in his perfect timing.

He Calls Us Beautiful… Ashes No More

Jesus, Lover of My Soul, Creator of my image, Lifter of my head

My name is Beautiful.

Woman, pure, holy undefiled. Sanctified, set apart, Journeying with Jesus.

A path narrow and straight, Ashes no more. 

Trusting her master-her maker, The lover of her soul.

Skipping on the journey with childlike faith, Believing her Father knows what’s best. 

The morning dew, the night’s crisp air, Reminds her of the kisses from above.  

Jesus, the ultimate man, The lover of her soul.  

Beautiful, a receiver of His glory, Ashes No More.

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