Love, the message of Pentecost.

YHWH's word, alive, each morning in my ears as my feet pound pavement.

Sweat drips, miles roll by

Heart worships

Hands lift

Eyes close

I breathe in Him, who suffered, died and rose again.

I ponder the disciples, waiting for the Comforter promised.

Omer counted, it's day 50

Spirit speaks, all is Grace, Hold my hand

Arms out

Heart stretches, reaching for Him.

Love speaks.

The blessing, the Grace this Shavot is Love.  The Ruach of YHWH (Holy Spirit) separates, fills, and blesses.

What if the fiery Tongues this Pentecost reflect the birth of Love in the Church?

The house that Love rebuilds, guarding beauty, that lives here still....

It's You and me, me and You

My Kinsman Redeemer

Love, unspeakable Love.

Grace flows down and covers me.