My Jesus, because of all that you have personally endured with me, I no longer need to know the answers. I intimately know that your victory is always before me. Thank you for revealing the triumphs engraved within each and every step of every maturing process you bring me through, and thank you that my expectations are no longer dependent upon the flesh, but are completely dependent on God Almighty. Abba, your instruction is thorough, and I have secretly learned that with Jesus actively reigning in this living temple of yours, other people’s free-will choices cannot limit my life from bearing your fruit. But I need you to constantly remind me of all of this, Holy Spirit. For although my hopeful heart excitedly reacts to the sight of my secret image manifesting itself in the flesh, my physical eyes only see him powerfully command my healing and then in his next breath, reject my nearness.
It isn’t about me, nor is it about her. It is all about you, Jesus. Raffaele Martinetti’s disciplined mind will only bow to Jesus’ reign, and there is no way he will allow anything, not even Jacey’s surprisingly gentle, sweet eyes to distract him from taking care of what the Lord sets before him. But with the profound assurance of knowing that his Abba’s sustenance is all he needs to see him through the unexpected, his commanding Lord vitally whispers Isaiah 55:8-9. ‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.’
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