Pour Into Me, Lord

God is opening so many new doors this year. I stand amaze in His goodness, love, mercy and grace.

This is the reason I took some private time to pray and study. But, mostly to just sit in God’s presence and listen.

I did not let the noise around me, keep the fire burning wind of the Holy Spirit from engulfing me with a fresh anointing, a new Vision.

I thank God for pouring a new oil over me. I allowed Him to renew me, so I could accept and understand the anointing oil being poured into me.

All I can say to each of you would be, steal away into the arms of your Father God. He is waiting to hug you. To shield you. To share with you.

Are you ready?

Blessings, Love and Prayers,
Pastor Pat Aman

“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew‬ ‭11:28-30‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

The poem below was shared with me on November 7th, 2010, by a dear friend and sister, Kaye Carr.
She is in Heaven now, and I do miss her so very much.

I think we should, as Kaye said to me, “Pat, I think this world would be a better place to live, if everyone would follow the advice of this poem.”

Slow Me Down Lord
Author: ~ Wilfred A. Peterson~

Slow me down, Lord!
Ease the pounding of my heart
By the quieting of my mind.
Steady my harried pace
With a vision of the eternal reach of time.

Give me,
Amidst the confusions of my day,
The calmness of the everlasting hills.
Break the tensions of my nerves
With the soothing music
Of the singing streams
That live in my memory.

Help me to know
The healing power of sleep,
Teach me the art
Of taking minute vacations
Of slowing down
To look at a flower;
To chat with an old friend
Or make a new one;
To pat a stray dog;
To watch a spider build a web;
To smile at a child;
Or to read a few lines from a good book.

Remind me each day that
the race is not always to the swift;
That there is more to life
than increasing its speed.

Let me look upward
Into the branches of the towering oak
And know that it grew great and strong
Because it grew slowly and well.

Slow me down, Lord,
And inspire me to send my roots deep
Into the soil of life’s enduring values
That I may grow toward the stars
Of my greater destiny.

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