Here, Now

          As the morning came, and I moved through the morning where my family still slept, I was struck by the dark surrounding. As I considered this, I began hearing these words in my spirit where Jesus was talking to me about it. Below is what I heard. Sharing it here to encourage someone today.

                          Here, Now (Non-Fiction)


          In the dark I am moving, even though it is not seen. In the hidden I am still working; even though results are not obvious. In the dark of those hidden movements and hidden places My Hope, My grace, and My mighty working power all coming from My love through My presence here with you are still at work; even though they are not seen. For what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal; and I am eternal. Rest in this promise and truth here, now.

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