I entrust my life to my Lord!

I woke up this morning with an urge of missing a dear someone in my life who lives in a far while I'm here in the U.S. I didn't know what to pray or how to pray or for what to pray...all I said was GOD PLEASE DO YOUR WILL whatever that may be. well, I got up and got ready for work then opened my e-mail before I head out to work to find a precious e-mail from my bff Lilly.

It read,

"Consider the lilies, how they grow."(Matt. 6:28.)

"I NEED oil," said an ancient monk; so he planted an olive sapling. "Lord," he prayed, "it needs rain that its tender roots may drink and swell. Send gentle showers." And the lord sent gentle showers. "Lord," prayed the monk, "my tree needs sun. Send sun, I pray Thee. "And the sun shone, gilding the dripping clouds. "Now frost, my Lord, to brace its tissues," cried the monk. And behold, the little tree stood sparkling with frost, but at evening it died.

Then the monk sought the cell of a brother monk, and told his strange experience. "I, too, planted a little tree," he said, "and see! it thrives well. But I entrust my tree to its God. He who made it knows better what it needs than a man like me. I laid no condition. I fixed not ways or means. `Lord, send what it needs, 'I prayed, `storm or sunshine, wind, rain, or frost. Thou hast made it and Thou dost know.'"
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Yes, leave it with Him, The lilies ad do, And they grow ---

They grow in the rain, And they grow in the dew ---

Yes, they grow: They grow in the darkness, all hid in the night ---

They grow in the sunshine, revealed by the light ---

Still they grow.

Yes, leave it with Him, 'Tis more dear to His heart, You will know, Than the lilies that bloom, Or the flowers that start `Neath the snow: Whatever you need, if you seek it in prayer, You can leave it with Him for you are His care. You, you know.
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It was the perfect message for my day...God is the giver of all the dreams I have in my life and I don't want to have a say in it because I want to see the Olive flourished not dead.

I love you Lord, please take my life, my relationship...everything and do what you like with it and may it flourish in your timing.

Love you xoxoxo


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