I Will Yet Praise Him

Beloved, you make My way. Those you bring into My path I pour out to as You lead. As I sing before you in the Sprit, the sounds that come forth are as food to me, they uplift me in my depleted condition where I do not know My next step. They nourish me in the areas where I need comfort and applause from man, you fill me where I am empty. My path seems dark, for I do not know the way, but Your easy with Me comforts Me and lets me know You know My way and You are very near. That is all the comfort I need. Beloved, adore You. How dear you are to me. I praise you, Oh My eternal love. (The above is a prayer to God and below is His reply.)

     Man’s ways say do this or that and appease man. My ways say, “speak thus saith the Lord” and let Me make your way. Oh my love, those that trust Me in this way I can do much with, beyond the rewards and accolades of man.

     My paths lead through ways that are unseen, but I see the way. I tell you the truth, My path is firm. Man promises firmness of path but he cannot control his own end. I Am the truth, the light, and the way. Rejoice, for your ways is well established by Me, your way is firm and your footing I will strengthen.

  • “Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.”  Psalm 42:11