To be sick with love for the Christ, (sick as in a GREAT sickness, feverish, temperature rising), because you love Him is such a deep, exciting and meaningful love. It’s better felt than told. In fact, like most good things, words can’t describe His presence. He’s your best friend, confidant, protector, nurturer, and even your best cheerleader. He covers your faults. He lifts your countenance at His appearing and at the sound of His voice. Oh, and His sheep, they do know His voice. When in His chamber, you wonder why you ever left His presence in the first place. Speaking for myself, my flesh walk, had me leaving His presence and the FIRST WORKS. I got caught up in public worship, the visage of godly living, the rules, the law, genealogies, rumor of wars, pomp and circumstance, endless debate, right, wrong and the like. I’ve turned from those things and turned back to the lover of my soul and spirit. I’ve returned to the first works. Faith, love, hope, charity, forgiveness, mercy, the truth, and the life. The hidden man of the heart is Thriving in spirit this morning. Free indeed. Free.

There is no condemnation for those living in the Lord Jesus Christ. Smile. Thank you Jesus.

A testimony Wednesday, August 25, 2021