Fire

Lord

Take me I am all yours

Artist Janice Van Cronkhite - click here to visit site

This painting has got to be one of the most beautiful paintings I have ever seen.

It is a Prophetic Piece of Art Work by Janice Van Cronkhite. (You can click the link above, just below the picture, to see more of her anointed and stunning work as well as purchase it on line.)

I found this picture and it leaped out at me.

It truly depicts exactly how I feel right now - in my spirit life and well I suppose my natural life too.

The artist has title this "Fire".

Rightly so - as I am smack dab in the center of a fury of fiery tornadoes. 

Seemingly set out with one goal in mind.

Purify - this child of God.

I've learned one thing over the years. Never struggle against the hand of God.

So - Lord, hands up, nothing to hide, take me, all of me, I am yours.
It is not as if I could hide anything from you anyway. Or even hide my face from you if I ever desired.
I love the way the Psalmist puts it in the 


139th Psalm

You have searched me, LORD, 

   and you know me. 

 You know when I sit and when I rise; 

   you perceive my thoughts from afar. 

 You discern my going out and my lying down; 

   you are familiar with all my ways. 

 Before a word is on my tongue 

   you, LORD, know it completely. 

 You hem me in behind and before, 

   and you lay your hand upon me. 

 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, 

   too lofty for me to attain.

  Where can I go from your Spirit? 

   Where can I flee from your presence? 

 If I go up to the heavens, you are there; 

   if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. 

 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, 

   if I settle on the far side of the sea, 

 even there your hand will guide me, 

   your right hand will hold me fast. 

 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me 

   and the light become night around me,” 

 even the darkness will not be dark to you; 

   the night will shine like the day, 

   for darkness is as light to you.

  For you created my inmost being; 

   you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 

 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; 

   your works are wonderful, 

   I know that full well. 

 My frame was not hidden from you 

   when I was made in the secret place, 

   when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 

 Your eyes saw my unformed body; 

   all the days ordained for me were written in your book 

   before one of them came to be. 

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How could I possibly do anything else BUT surrender to you?