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The Power of Walking With


An interesting dream joined me in waking this morning.  Walking down a trail to a creek with a young family in the midst of struggle.  No clue who this family was.  Where were we going?  What were we doing?  What is this about?

I think in pictures and dream in stories!  A story to go with God's lessons to me in "Being With" and walking with.

Thinking about Jesus this morning and His life on earth.  God becoming man and walking around this broken, exhausting and amazing world.  

He did not "chase people down" to help them them.  

He did not expect anyone to cater to Him, but rather He came to serve.
He did not have strings attached to His healing and His giving.  Can you imagine Jesus saying, "If I give you fish...you have to go to church," type of thing that drives me nuts.

He met people where they were and walked with them.  He was who He was.  He said He was there for one purpose...To Do The Will of His Father!

What if I woke up every day with one purpose in mind...To do the will of my father?

To simple walk with who He tells me to walk with and to go where He tells me to go and to Be who He tells me to Be...on a daily and hourly basis?

I think I have my marching orders for a new year.



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