
As I re packed her wound with comfrey, plantain, and salt, per the Holy Spirit, I heard Him say to me “what you’ve done for the least of these you’ve done unto me.”
Humbling. Once again my hands being used by Him to bring His creatures comfort. Miraculous because as I become low He goes deeper into my heart, draining out my pride and selfishness.
Something spiritual is occurring in this House and once again, I am being healed through the tending of the wounds of those entrusted to me.
He is Worthy.
Yeshua. Maranatha. YHWH.
We praise you.
Today is Holy.