Afghanistan

Where oh where has my little lamb gone, where oh where can he be? Will I not go out onto the mountains that are torn with strife, cold, and blood. The blood on the mountains has called out to me, not even knowing my name. I hear and come, for I am the faithful shepherd and I seek to save. And I save to the uttermost. Word has filtered down to many… words and the name you do not know. It has come from foreign tongues, faces, and nations. Some have fought, some reviled, but some have been touched. It is a sure word, and a name above all other names. I look on the hearts of men and women, I behold and ponder. Nothing escapes my gaze, and I winnow. If you will turn, if you will be humble, if you will seek me while I may be found… I AM the one with The Name. The green twig and leaf will venture out again. It is worth it, for the other side is death, darkness, and weeping… it poses as the opposite, yet in your heart you know that the righteous pose is not the posture of the upright in heart. As I knock on the door, do not forget to entertain a stranger, for I am one who sticks closer than a brother.

About Kent DaVault

Believer, husband, father, grandfather, professor, voice to the nations. This blog is for comfort, exhortation, and edification. These are the attributes of general prophecy in I Corinthians 14 from The Bible. The entries are first person point of view from God as He prompts me what He would like to say. These entries are not scripture, I am not God, and all entries must be held to the light of scripture. I am human and therefore fallible. If any entries are not biblically sound, I welcome feedback... May you be richly blessed of God.
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