Good morning brothers and sisters
Jeremiah 15:16~ Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine heart : for I am called by thy name, O Lord GOD of hosts.
In the quiet corners of my home, a treasure surfaced from the depths of forgotten boxes—old letters from my beloved, etched with words that once danced before eager eyes. As I caressed the pages, each line a tender echo of our shared history, I remembered the thrill of anticipation, the hun... moreGood morning brothers and sisters
Jeremiah 15:16~ Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine heart : for I am called by thy name, O Lord GOD of hosts.
In the quiet corners of my home, a treasure surfaced from the depths of forgotten boxes—old letters from my beloved, etched with words that once danced before eager eyes. As I caressed the pages, each line a tender echo of our shared history, I remembered the thrill of anticipation, the hunger for his next phrase, the way my heart leapt with the knowledge of being chosen and cherished.
Have you ever considered, beloved sister, that such an exquisite correspondence has been penned for you? The Scriptures, a divine anthology, are the very heartbeat of God transcribed for us—His daughters. What if we approached this holy tome with the same fervor, the same ravenous hunger for the hidden pearls within its lines?
Through the wisdom of Jeremiah, a truth resonates: these words are not merely ink on parchment but the very source of our joy, our solace. As we immerse ourselves in the sacred text, we let it weave into the fabric of our being, transforming our thoughts, molding our actions, and nurturing our spirits.
Envision the profound love of our Father, a love without beginning or end, selecting us for an intimate journey before time itself was woven. Through the lavish outpouring of His grace, our faults are swept away. Picture the crimson tide of Jesus' sacrifice, liberating us, washing us into wholeness.
Let the magnitude of this grace be our delight. To revel in His love, we need only to accept it with open hearts, to trust. As we delve deeper into His Word and let it dwell richly within us, the whisper of God becomes clearer, His presence more palpable. In these moments, we are truly home.
Prayer: Dearest Father, Your love is a wellspring of comfort and joy in my life. Cultivate within me a yearning for Your Word, that it may dwell deeply in my heart, shaping my every breath and step. May Your truths be the melody of my days, the sweet refrain that guides my journey. In the embrace of Your presence, I find my strength and my delight. I come before You in the name of Jesus, my Savior, my anchor. Amen.
CAA DINAH SCIVOLETTI PRIORY OF ST JOAN OF ARC
