The Sanctuary of Hope Devotions

My Gaze Affixed

Yes, You have tenderly brought to light whom I truly am to reflect as; the Groom holds my gaze, and the periphery has vanished asunder... and my longings are for Him alone! No niceties allure the gaze that holds me firm; Beloved’s answered me, and assault has come to naught. I see the thread of Your revelation in living out, speaking of, and standing in the promises that stand, as You Lord are everlasting! I look out to meet Your gaze and know Your pleasure. To know You is to

Give Me Your Song

Today I was in prayer pouring out my heart and I found myself wrestling with the question of why I feel out of place sometimes in choir. I love it don't get me wrong. I would prefer to be up there and never to leave because of the closeness with God and the anointing over the people around me. This being said, we all get into our own heads sometimes. Me especially. I find myself angered or hurt over what? I don’t know. I mean I know but it's pretty stupid things. There are t

In the Midst with Him

I, the Lord, from the commencement of the world... had fellowship and relationship in mind. To admire and partake of My creative doing, and enjoy this wanted company and familial exchange. Never are My thoughts that I would be better without you; thou the world continues to insist in it’s own ways, apart from the truth, and in total unbelief of deity! My heart has always been and remains that none would perish, but come to the knowledge of God, who WAS, and IS, and IS TO COME

Sticky Cobwebs

“Larry, check my hair, what is this?” I asked my husband while trying to remove some white substance from my hair. “I think it’s spider web clumps from working out in the garage.” “Yes, you’re right. I’ll try to get it out.” “Ow, that hurts.” “I’m sorry, but this stuff is stuck tight. You’re going to have to wash your hair.” In thinking about the sticky stuff, I am reminded that sin is like the spider webs. When we allow ourselves to indulge in sin, it sticks tight and a wash

God's Masterpiece

Not a product of random choice Psalms 139:14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Have you ever questioned your significance? Or you felt like you did not fit the mold of others? In scripture, we are told that we are fearfully and wonderfully made by our creator. What if we changed our way of thinking? What if when we get the feelings of inadequacy or insignificance, we start praising Him for who we are in

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