Tuesday 11/10/09

I've been robbed. My passion for life has been taken away. The enemy attacked my strength, and I am left 'zest-less'. I find myself hiding from people rather than going to them. That's not me. Poverty of zeal holds me in a lifeless state.

Recently, others (one who does not even know me) have prayed for passion and for holy boldness to return. That is so necessary! It is hard to exhale when you feel you need every last ounce of oxygen from the last inhale. O, that my next breath would be the entrance of the Spirit of God refreshing my soul. I am weak. I am weary. "Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and renew a right spirit within me." "O send forth Your light and Your truth; let them lead me. Let them take me to Your holy hill, and to Your dwelling places. Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy!" "...And all the trees of the field will clap their hands" as I go out with joy!