As an abundance of sun streams in the window, waking me up today, all I can hear being whispered to me is “El Shaddai – the all sufficient One. I am your El Shaddai”.
It is one of God’s names – El Shaddai.
El Shaddai. Bobbie spoke of more than enough, and Anj has spoken of it too. Neritia found it here.
El Shaddai, the God of more than enough
Abba who is whispering that He has enough strength for the storms.
Maestro who has more than enough patience for the lessons in His art studio where He reveals beauty by brushing away ashes and untying cords of bondage.
El Shaddai has more than enough Light to come into the dark places of the heart, tenderly bathe them in Light and restore life.
There is more than enough love to take the dead or dying heart spaces, redeem them and let the passion flow for the abundant, more than enough, life He promised.
El Shaddai, my God of more than enough: to redeem yesterday, to laugh today and to hold my hands trembling hands open for tomorrow. Oh El Shaddai I love you.
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