2 March 2005 What a charge

2 March 2005 What a charge!

My precious moments alone with my Lord give me a charge. There is the dual charge of one, receiving my marching orders for the day and two, the powers to accomplish those marching orders.

The power source is always the exact measurement of what is needed, I am neither over nor under filled. I have a full tank of compassion, or an exact cup of emotional strength for the recipe du jour, I walk out the day with the precise pre-pedometer setting to exercise my spiritual challenges.

I have afforded to me a multi-dimensional 31 flavor filling station that is topped off before a drop is wasted, the ultimate nutrition, the perfect manna, the greatest antioxidant to keep my heart light, my steps swift and my thoughts pure. There is a heavenly charge card with my name on it, in my pocket, that’s prepaid. Before the day is through, I desire to have the whole thing spent and I know that the cost maybe prayers, tears, financing, blessings, work, support, love, dwelling, hoping, encouraging…writing, but I will not have fulfilled my charge for the day if there is a balance left, when I place my head on my pillow at night. I also know the cost is mine if there is a balance due.