I belong to You, Abba

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I read in Brennan Manning's The Furious Longing of God about him challenging a woman to sit in a quiet place every day and pray "I belong to you, Abba." I started doing it multiple times a day and I think it might be a life long habit. I have a lot to say about the book, but that's another post. Brennan Manning can write!!! I camped out on a scripture he also suggested to pray.

"I am my Beloved's, and His desire is for me."
-Song of Solomon 7:10

One version says,
"I belong to my Lover and His desire is for me."
Is it getting hot in here?

Happy Valentine's Day!
My mom sent Laomai some money so that she could take Mom and Dad out to lunch for Valentine's. I was asking her if she was taking me to lunch on the way to church in the car and she said, "Yes. You and your husband!" She had a great time paying for and tipping the waitress. She even told her, "Happy Valentine's!" We capped our date off with a trip to Starbuck's. It was such a fun day with my family!
Thank you, Lord, for family!


Comments

Emily said…
Manning definitely has a way with words! Thanks for sharing. Love the pictures.
6:39 PM
Steph Cherry said…
Thanks, Emily!
6:57 PM
susan said…
Thanks for sharing your Valentines' story, the tidbit from Manning's book, and the Scripture you camped out on. I'm going to steal it for my quiet time! God is using you to inspire me greatly.
7:56 PM
Steph Cherry said…
Thank you, Susan. You are too kind. I am glad that you enjoy the scripture.
8:53 PM
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