Talk to me, Abba.

Have you noticed Me, beloved child? Have you seen Me at work around you, in every face, every ladybug, every blessing, every trial? Are you open and attentive to My working? Do you see Me doing things for My praise, My name, My glory? Where is your praise then, child? Where is your adoration? How can there be so much grumbling and complaining about trivial things. Open your eyes to the sacred. Open your eyes to the pieces of Myself that I have embedded all around you. Praise. Erupt in praise. Rise up. Awaken. Shout for joy. You have been redeemed by the new thing. Revel in My glory.

"For my own name’s sake I delay my wrath;
   for the sake of my praise I hold it back from you,
   so as not to destroy you completely.
 See, I have refined you, though not as silver;
   I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.
 For my own sake, for my own sake, I do this.
   How can I let myself be defamed?
   I will not yield my glory to another."
Isaiah 48:9-11

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