'Lord, I don't want to
this place.' Grace though she sounded
like a scratched CD. It happened every day at the close of her quiet time; the same plea over and over.
Lord, I just get my mind, will and emotions and even to some extent my body quiet, and I have to get on with life. My inner person doesn't get much of a say during the ordinary hours of the day Lord, I'm sorry.
I will perfect that which concerns you, Maisie Grace.
The Lord had taken to calling Grace that name some time ago and it never ceased to amaze her.
Once she'd asked Him about the name; though it wasn't when she was deep in prayer. It had popped out one day at work just after she'd whispered I love you Lord.
He hadn't answered and Grace hadn't really expected Him to - it was more a statement of wonder directed at Him, rather than to Him. She'd turned her mind back to work and had forgotten all about it.
'Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
' the clock radio that was tuned to 106.5 - a local Christian Station woke Grace as usual the next morning.
Another day; and no holiday in sight, she groaned. Still, she cheered herself with the thought that the Lord was on His throne and if she was a smart little vegemite she'd waste no time before putting on the full armour of God.
Then of course she'd make a cup of coffee and race back to bed before 'In Touch Ministries' with Dr Charles Stanley came on the radio.
Grace rolled over, brushed the hair out of her eyes and lifted her face to heaven. Speaking out loud she covered herself, especially her inner being with the armour.
She had a thought. The armour sure was light. Titanium light, hey Lord She liked the idea that God knew about space age design way back in the Pauline days.
'Coffee, coffee, coffee; gotta get me some coffee.
Back went the covers and she padded her way towards the kitchen to brew a Gloria Jean.
'Humm-mazing grace, how sweet the s
.' Grace hummed, then sang the words of the hymn that had woken her as she spooned her quota of coffee into the machine. She set the dripolator going, warmed her cup then leaned into the kitchen counter to watch the steaming dark liquid fall into the jug.
It was her habit to fast from coffee every Monday but today was Tuesday: halleluiah.
She breathed in the rich aroma and began to sing;
' But she stopped and jerked herself up.
'Lord? Is that Maisie Grace? Could that possibly be
She closed her eyes so that her inner being, the inner person could perceive the Spirit without physical distraction.
Yes, My pet name for you. I am lighearted and I rejoice over your growing acceptance of My grace.You are growing my child.
Grace's inner being rejoiced until it spilled over into her mind and emotions and she lifted her hands in a glad act of will so that her body could worship her Lord too.
Spirit, soul and body she worshipped Him freely for quite some time.
But one day, hope promised, she'd be unencumbered; her inner person her spirit, would be set free of time.Then she'd be fully grown.
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