Jesus, Our Only Hope.
This verse hit different tonight- Isaiah 55:6 ðŸ˜❤ Just a few of my thoughts tonight: There are people overseas that have to meet in secret to get this Word, but I'm too hungry for the world to pick it up. There are people being beheaded. Cut in half. Families killed in front of them. Thrown in prison for this Word, yet ... I still don't love it like I should. Read it like I should. Crave it like I should. My prayer for the last several years has been: "More than I desire food, let me desire your Word. More than I desire drink, let me desire your presence. More than I desire the companionship of any other person, let me desire you." And yet my fill-up on Sunday lasts until about halfway through Monday, and I'm tired and thinking about what I'm going to do after work. Or just ready for bed. I've watched an hour and a half movie (that wasn't even that great), but I'm too tired n