As the Spirit hovered over the unformed waters of the earth, so the Spirit hovers over me in my broken state, like an expectant mother hen awaiting the emergence of her chicks; brooding over this new creation that I have become; awaiting my emergence into the calling He is preparing for me. Where He hovers, there will I tarry. He energizes this lifeless heap, bringing forth unbelievable life. Into the dusty wasteland of my soul He breathes His life.
Let the pungent, sweet aroma of Your glory linger with me. Energize my inner man that I may come to know the length, height, depth and width of this Love which my abstract mind cannot yet fully comprehend. Fill me and form me according to the perfect model of Christ.
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