Zoe's Love Story

       There are many days now that I meet the Holy Spirit in my prayer time and the tears start welling. To the point where they seem to never stop going and the words stop flowing. I often even as recently as this morning felt like I needed to pull it together and stop crying. To be diligent and pray properly. That yes crying some is acceptable but to solely be crying in his presence is excessive and time wasting. I could be interceding or praising or getting directives. And it wasn't until this recent prayer session that I felt God start to speak to me about the importance of my tears shed. That many times the tears I shed unceasingly are prayers. When the words couldn't take place the tears shed told Him everything my heart had to yield.       I then felt like He was prompting me to ask "Why do you think your tears are kept by me?" And it felt like the answer was they are too important to just let them be released and forgotten by me.  ...

  Many have at least skimmed through Genesis 3. You’ve heard it in a sermon; you’ve read it on your “Read the Bible in a year” plan that we all start in January. We teach it to our children in Sunday school and even the world at large has a general understanding of the fall of man. We have even become so familiar with the content that we joke “that would never be me.” We boast in ourselves claiming that if it were us in the narrative there would be a completely different ending to the story. We speak with such conviction in our foolish jesting that failing to see how we fall daily in the same areas as Adam and Eve. See they did not fall haphazardly is if one day Adam and Eve turned off her cognitive reasoning. They looked at all they had in Eden the promised land before the parting of the Red Sea. They knew the meaning of Emmanuel before the Isaiah 7 prophecy. And yet the voice of the enemy comes, and believe me it will come, presents the reasoning that somehow in Eden you’re still...