No matter how far away you end up, God, your God,
will get you out of there and bring you back to the land
your ancestors once possessed. It will be yours again.
He will give you a good life and
make you more numerous than your ancestors.
God, your God, will cut away the thick calluses on your heart
and your children’s hearts, freeing you to love God,
your God, with your whole heart and soul and live, really live.
~ Deuteronomy 30:4-7, The Message
Thank you, Father, for Your promise to restore,
rebuild, plant, flourish and bring us back to the “land”
You alone have given…
His Sunday whisper to me… and maybe to you…
Others may seem to have more talent or skill.
But I take what I have given you and bless the work of your hands,
and that makes all the difference.
Trust Me to open doors. My Hands rest on yours,
and I accomplish great things. Do not worry…
I fit your hands for the work of blessing…
plant seedling ideas in your mind…
and move on others to return blessing
as rain and snow fall from the heavens, unto you.
Remember…you are never alone.
This “land,” I give, to you.