in the eyes of my children, in their hearts strung too tight sometimes
in the tell-tale antics that speak of something lost or never known, that secretly whisper love me, see me, beneath the frenzied throwing of arms and barbs.
in the ache of brokenness
in the joy of you using brokenness
in the beauty of prayer, my breath whispering to I AM, his breath listening...speaking breathing into my spirit
in the sound of fingers on piano keys, palms on drums
in verses recited from stumbling lips
to find you...in the middle of cubicles and keyboards and meeting schedules, and to do lists and grocery lists and earning a living
i no longer want to walk the pace of this world.
i want to walk your pace
how do I do this? here? now? with these responsibilities...being the provider, it seems, yet I know YOU are truly the provider, Jehovah Jireh...
like Hagar, you see me.....
like the lamb, lead me.....
i want to slow down....
show me how....
i want to spend this moment....this one life full of moments with you.....
show me how....
Walk with Him slowly...
O God, I have tasted Your goodness,
and it has both satisfied me
and made me thirsty for more.
I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace.
I am ashamed of my lack of desire.
O God, the Triune God,
I want to want You;
I long to be filled with longing;
I thirst to be made more thirsty still.
Show me Your glory, I pray,
so I may know You indeed.
Begin in mercy a new work of love within me…
Give me grace to rise
and follow You up from this misty lowland
where I have wandered so long.
In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Some would gather money Along the path of life Some would gather roses, And rest from worldly strife. But I would gather children From among the thorns of sin, I would seek an ebony curl, And a wide and toothless grin. For money cannot enter In that land of endless day ,And roses that are gathered Soon will wilt along the way. But oh, the laughing children ,As I cross the sunset sea, And the gates swing wide to heaven ,I can take them in with me! ~Author Unknown~
“God wins us, not by shouting, beating us up, or starving us into submission, but by asking for an invitation to enter.
We are loved into surrender. The more we accept that he operates out of love for us, the more we will entrust ourselves to him.
Fénelon expresses this truth beautifully: "God is not a spy looking to surprise you. He is not an enemy lurking in the shadows to hurt you. God is your Father who loves you, and wants to help you if you will but trust in His goodness."