This morning during church we were asked to sit and be still and practice trusting in the Most High. Funny, when one is at the end of the rope, there seems to be no other choice but to trust. I am at such a place. I long to serve from the abundance that comes when one's cup runs over. But my cup is almost dry. There is no extra right now.
So during this time, I sat there practicing the knowledge that my Abba adored me and knew each of my circumstances. A warmth overtook me. I had a knowledge of and was at that moment experiencing God's adoration and coverage. I thought about how I was told that hot feeling was a sign of the Holy Spirit, and I also thought about a previous experience where I was given the image of an artichoke.
My artichoke moment happened during another moment when sadness enveloped me to the point that I felt entombed in a black hole. I was reaching out and again, was choosing to trust. The artichoke image that came to me during prayer said to me that I was dwelling in the heart of God and that I could taste and see that He was good. The artichoke is so beautiful. It's like a flower and yet gives nourishment. The petal spikes protect what culinary artists say is the most tastefilled part - the heart. How good and pleasant it is to dwell in the presence of the Lord.
May I dwell in the house of the Lord forever and trust Him for my daily bread ...and artichoke oil.
