Not sure where to begin but at the beginning. Not sure what direction I should go–I just know I need to go toward Him. Him–the Lord, my God, my King. The only true source of my strength. The only strength I know and have is in Him. The only answer I seek is His answer. The only voice I long to hear is His. Like soothing balm over a wound, I need Him for healing. Healing of wounds that run deep, wounds that are new, wounds that are still slightly raw from the last touch.
He is the source, the power, the might. He with a capital H is my all in all. Without Him I have nothing. If I have everything, but do not have Him, I really have nothing at all. He is the only one that truly satisfies. That fills that deep longing and thirst that cannot be quenched. Cannot be filled by things or people. Only He can satisfy and quench these dry bones.
Prayer Warrior 