My God and my King-Documentation.

It has been an extremely hectic week.I was feeling tired to the bones emotionally and physically.I was crying out to the Lord in desperation even as I went on beyond my capacity just moving my self to the needs of the people around.There was an extended weekend,I thought I would feel physically rejuvinated but it did not happen.

I went to the church and while the worship was on I bent myself surrendered to the Lord in a posture of submission just surrendering myself to my Master and suddenly I saw him pouring out a river of silver ,gold and tiny pink flowers which was sparkling from a vessel I just got up straight,receiving it I was thanking the Lord when the worship leader loudly started declaring that the Lord was pouring out his anointing.It had been a quiet,non-flashy worship.

I felt such a deep rejuvination and healing and an inner calm.He is such a personal God and He is my King and my Master.He is enough.

The preacher ,out of context, while preaching, quoted this verse from John 14 vs 21.

'He that hath my commandments ,keepeth them ,he it is that loveth me,and he that hath loveth me shall be loved of my Father ,and I will love him and will manifest myself to him,'

Lord in my feeble attempt I walk a few baby steps,you cover the distance and fulfill both the sides of the bargain as You have always done from the beginning of time.

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