I used to think it was all about chasing after God, but now I am more inclined to rest in His indwelling presence. The Holy Spirit is magnetic north to the compass of my heart, a supernatural satnav that continually guides me to the Fathers heart. Because He has convinced me that where He is I want to be. I'm getting to the place where I live in a kind of flotation tank. Suspended, and sustained by His love, nothing else really matters. Revival must be just living in the heart of the father. Have I arrived? Maybe I was there all the time.
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