I hear his voice

Fifty-three weeks ago I was sitting in this same place. I'm listening to Misty Edwards sing praises to the Lord in the way that only she can.

It's the conclusion--as it was last year--to a wonderful time of listening and cleansing. Margy and I have taken a few days to break away from the hubbub of our lives to be quiet for awhile. The theme of this set-aside time has been humility. It started out for Margy with a week by Lura Lake in her father's camper reading Madame Guyon's devotional classic, Experiencing the Depths of Jesus Christ. Then I had the urge to download some audio books from Librivox and ran into Andrew Murray's version of the same topic, I think: Humilty: The Beauty of Holiness. Take these teachings (revelations, really, if the teaching hasn't fully taken root before) and mix in Mark Driscoll's priestly rebuke to church leaders in his message "Ministry Idolatry" and you've got the makings of a transformational time at the prayer room.

Perhaps the effect was multiplied by three good days without solid food. Whatever. For all the enlightenings, I'm grateful. I pray for them to to truly take root in my life and bear fruit for the Kingdom.

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