My heart sings, really, when you, Beloved, persist in seeking My Presence- where peace abounds; continue to prevail in spilling My Word- confession unto possession; and glorious praise, oh such high exaltation!…for it becomes an act of adoration soaked in thanksgiving and gratefulness, pale-ing the need and disclosing the heart of Mine, Darling of My flock. I see you have discovered the “gem” in adoration unto Me, for this swollen love of Mine, saturates the midst of a worshiper, and penetrates asunder the deep of your core.
My touch shall always induce a shift for the good in you, thus making good surround you. I am the dispenser of grace, favour, peace and simple contentment. And coming to the well for a splashing- regularly- oh how good it is! …and the shine of heaven a perfect fitting garment.
Psalm 147:1 Praise the Lord! For it is good to sing praises to our God;
For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful.
1 Peter 2:9 But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation. His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;