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Mar 2015
“I have not been drinking wine or beer; I was pouring out my soul to the Lord.”

To be intoxicated by strong drink (within the moment) what a pleasure and delight it is; to let go, give up, and pour out your soul to our holy and loving Father, what can compare? Jesus reminds us that His burden is easy and His yoke is light, when you confess the bitterness in your heart, or the other evils that are sure to lurk, the heaviness of this world begin to lift off your shoulders, you are free.

Hannah, like us, must have been stubborn. For years she would go to the house of the Lord and weep. Year after year Hannah would give most of what she had to God but not all. It was only when she could take it no more, that she finally gave all to God, as the widow did for Elijah. The one thing she wanted, was the one thing she didn't have, and was the last thing God wanted from her.
G H Goodland
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G H Goodland  Oklahoma
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