As
our Lord did it for my two preceding books, Yeshua is truly writing
“Heart of a Savior", as I keep typing for Him. I am holding the
feather; Yeshua is the author who molds each episode of my life into a meaningful story.
Our Lord knows the beginning and He is aware of the end. I love the
author of my instants, my days and my whole existence. I praise you,
my Aleph and Tav, my Savior-King.
Today
I hadn't planned my walk at all; I just decided to walk the streets
for the pleasure of marching and enjoying the cloud-free, sunny sky.
On
my way back home, I saw a couple of Jews passing by. I felt pushed to
say a silent prayer, so I addressed to Yeshua and asked Him: “May
your Spirit dwell upon these two people.”
Unwillingly
I had raised my hands a little bit. In this very intense moment, my
ears caught our Lord's Name escaping from a window. It didn't have
that usual, ironic, blaspheming tone some people are using jokingly.
No, it was serious, it was coming from the depth's of somebody's
within. Although I could not see the person pronouncing it, it
indicated some deep thirst.
In
the middle of demon-ridden, atheistic Paris, while I was raising a
prayer towards Yeshua, somebody had pronounced our Lord's Name aloud,
with faith.
The
sound of this voice made my soul shiver and my eyes were filled with
tears. I just couldn't contain my tears...
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