Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Good intentions soon dissappear....

...without something of "oomph" inside. My intentions often end up as dusty empty bottles on a shelf. 

Ann says: "Who of us isn’t busted?"

And isn't that the truth? 

I read her words today.  Her need for brokenness-forgiven, I echoed my own need.

Good intentions to be different,
act different,
react different...

do not happen fueled only by desire.   A moment, circumstance, action, stressed layered on stress,  produces chagrin.

I need the broken savior.  I need his life in me.  His oomph to fill me.  I need the chewing of the bread of life, his word. 

Because I am busted, in need of healing, that no good intention can fill.

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