
Before I get
up to minister lately I have found myself weeping at times, The last meeting I
asked my wife if she had any more kleenexes. I've noticed the atmosphere is so
different when this happens. God comes in on the wings of brokenness. He is
healing our broken wings to fly again.
Can you keep a secret?
Can you keep a secret?
I am learning that when God whispers one of His secrets to us sometimes it is to be kept between us and Him. Not many of us can keep a secret. It is tempting when you are told not to tell anybody, to want to tell everyone.
It's been two months now but it seems like I have been in this fiery furnace of trial forever. It must be the intense heat of seven times hotter that's affecting my vision, for I just saw a man step into my furnace. And this man looks like the Son of God! How can it be, that I now feel so free?
All I want now is to carry
the presence of the Lord, for I hear the cries of a dying world. I can hear
billions.
It's Maple Syrup Season.
The sap of the Holy Spirit is flowing in spite of cold weather that refuses to
let go of us. Newness of life is now flowing.
Blessings,
Bill Yount