Laying On Of Hands

From a time long before, we were created from the earth of the land called Alkebulan, Mother of Mankind, Garden of Eden. 

We walked in the presence of God, we were among the first of His mysteries shaped through the laying on of His hands. 

Mothers singing to their babes in the womb 

(Laying on of hands) 

As we rocked those same babies in our arms we raised hymns to soothe their restless spirits 

(Laying on of hands)

The passing on from one to another, impartation, gifting...from one generation to another.

And when this life is over, we will be ushered through the last and final mystery....

with a laying on of hands.

Providence

"In the beginning was the word the Word, the word was with God, and the Word was God..Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being..."

I mark the passing of time with sunrises and sunsets waiting... 

Knowing that there's a path for me. A pre-ordained,  predestined path that God has gently set my feet upon.

I follow my path one step at a time. Sometimes the way is dark, pitch black...but I know that He is there..

The storm winds can be violent. Blowing life's debris in my eyes...I can't see..but He speaks a rhema word, "Peace be still."

Sometimes the ground seems to give way under my feet...

He catches me...I am so tired.

"Come to me,  all who are weary and heavy laden. And I will give you rest."

He places a kiss upon my forehead....He changes my name.