Pickle me Lord!

My soul, wait only upon God and silently submit to Him; for my hope and expectation are from Him.
He only is my Rock and my Salvation; He is my Defense and my Fortress, I shall not be moved.
With God rests my salvation and my glory; He is my rock of unyielding strength and impenetrable hardness, and my refuge is in God! Ps62:5-7
Lover of my soul, You alone are my refreshing, my healing, my life, my self-control, my beauty, my purpose, my future, my hope. Without You I am a noisy gong and clanging cymbal.
Today You are my portion, You are my breath, my strength. I must be saturated in You, I must live out of saturation not dryness of soul. I lay myself in You so that I can become totally pickled by Your flavour and then live out of that. I want to smell Your smell, taste Your taste so that when the world comes near me they find You. Amen!

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