That ought to be a book.
I have felt a bit antsy about the housing situation. Somewhere deep down, I know that the LORD wants to give me the place at Dakota Ridge. It rocks. It is so cool and nice, but I just dont want to receive it. The poverty spirit wants to keep yakking in my ear. Well, away with that.
I called Shelby the realtor up and went over and saw that after much, much deliberation and prayer and prompting by Edna and Tamara. I finally got a new paycheck and figured out what my budget could be. So, I put in an offer at 2,150 per month rather than than 2,600 that they wanted. Shelby didnt blink and eye. It was like that was a fine number and was going to talk to the owner last night.
I do believe that the LORD wants to pour His love on me with place and much more. I have such a hard time receiving it. This is becoming evident. I am enter the love season. I just know it. He is loving me and loving me, and it is going to break the poverty mentality and hurts and wounds and pain and all the crap from days and years past.
I have a long way to go. It’s hard enough to just let Tamara buy me a sandwich let alone things like this.
But, pour out on me, Father. Let Your love come in. Help me to receive that I may give it back out and give it all away.
Bless the LORD