God in Skin

Wherever we go, He goes too. How can we separate who we are from who He is if He is in us? How can we be divided if our identity is in Him? Because He is in me, I literally stand for Him as He stands up in me. I was in the chemo lab today for blood tests (which, BTW, were very good this week--thank you, Jesus!) and I felt the need to "pray over" everyone there. I got up and went for a cup of coffee which was on one end of the lab and then went to the other end to check out the paperbook books. I went praying as I was walking. I don't know who needed the covering, but someone did and I needed to be God in skin for that moment.

Listen to the Spirit as He speaks. Sometimes it is quiet moments, sometimes, when He really needs to get your attention, He might shout. I really prefer the gentle, quiet whispers. Are you listening?