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Value of Concentration: The Warmth of Salvation

Memory Verse: I am encircled with your warmth and love,  ABBA.

Good Morning ABBA, Father,

It’s a chilly morning, and I’m back inside. So warmth is necessary. This Morning I have made a pot of Decaf Ceylon Orange Pekoe Tea (svtea.com): Yummy and warms my tummy.

Today is a day of celebration for our family.  Today ends three years of a legal trauma.  God in his glorious goodness has upheld us the entire time; and the truth was made known.  He carried us for three years.

This leads into my story about The Pieta. The marble statue of Mary holding the deceased Christ, created by Michelangelo.

Forty-four years ago, as I suffered from horrific post partum depression, I would pray in front of The Pieta, in the chapel at Mt. Carmel Hospital.  God whispered to me,”I am holding you.”

In 1995, I attended a Women’s Prayer Group at my Church. I told my story of the Pieta Within a week, two plastic Pieta Statues were on my porch by anonymous Sisters in Christ. 

One note said,”He will never let you go.”  The other said,”I enfold you with my love eternally.”  Of course tears flowed, as I knew my God was speaking to me.

In 2000, I was at a Women’s Conference at Columbus Vineyard, with my bestest, Gracie.   As we walked into the pastor’s office. There was a huge statue of The Pieta sitting on the counter.  Jesus whispered,” Your Mama, Ruthie was correct; denomination doesn’t matter; just a relationship with me.”

Fast forward to Aug, ‘22; we were right in the middle of this family trauma.

I walked into our Parish Activity Center for 4:30 Mass.  I was numb, and began to cry uncontrollably. There upon a wooden platform was placed a life sized replica of The Pieta. It will someday be placed either in our new church, or in a covered gazebo in a future Rosary Garden.

He whispered,”I’ve got this……All will be well.”

My husband totally understood why I immediately retreated to the Ladies Room.

Mass was a glorious celebration, because basically God told me to “Rest in Him.”

It is well with my soul…..and my family.

Praise You, ABBA, Father for blessing me this day.

MY CHILD; THIS PSALM SAYS IT ALL: Psalm 18: 16-19 He reached down on high, and took hold of me; he drew me out of the deep waters. He rescued me from the powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong from me. They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

Trust in me always, My beloved; know that my plan is the best.

I love you,

Your,
ABBA, Father

Isaiah 61:10 I delight in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,and a bride adorns herself with jewels.

Romans 8:1-2 Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus; because through Christ Jesus, the law of The Spirit of life, set me free from the law of sin and death.

Psalm 92:1-2 It is good to praise the Lord and make music to your name, O most High God, to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night.