I think I have been having a crisis of faith this winter or maybe it's that my faith is going through some sort of metamorphosis/transition.
I didn't know how to pray this morning or even how to think.
Two thoughts drifted from my spirit.
1. Eucharisteo (giving of thanks) always precedes the miracle. I began to give thanks.
Thank you, Lord for my husband's strength to go to work every day and for the work to go to.
Thank you for my home. Thank you for the sunshine this morning...
2. The verse from Zechariah that says to speak, "Grace , Grace to the mountain"I spoke Grace over my mountains this morning.
Lord, thank you for speaking Grace over my life today, over my family...