Give Praise
Give Thanks
Lent.
To sacrifice and dedicate the heart to Christ, in preparation for the Crucifixion and Resurrection.
It had become a habit. To think about my life in terms of how it reads on the interwebs. On fB. On blog. And then yearn. Yearn for response. Reaction. Validation in the recognition. Prideful.
Yearning. For validation. From people.
Each time, is time spent, not walking with Him. Nor with him, who He has charged and gifted me. If I'm choosing fB time, even in THOUGHT- over time with Him, even in Prayer, to whom goes the glory. To whom belongs my heart. Am I living the as person I profess to being?
No.
Simply, no.
God. Thank you for you mercy of a new day. Each day you give, I yearn to grow in grace, ripen in spiritual harvest.
My this lenten season, drive me to you. Even when I run away. Even when I rebel. May you hold me fast. My the change be for you. May the change be shown to be you. For I can do nothing with out you. Your love alone allows each day a miracle and another.
A good worthy Lent read from a Holy Experience
Monday, February 27, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Fill me...
Compassionate Lord, I beg your forgiveness. I plead for a filling of joy. Peace. Hope. Abundant and overflowing. I ask boldly.
Gifts we've been given, will keep us connected. Seeking employment. If that is your path Lord, set it boldly before me. I am lost. You are here. I still feel lost.
Long days. Nights. Weeks? Have past since I laughed. Full. Abundant heart laughter. Joy is waning. slipping through my grip. Not reality of course. Of course you are here. Joy is here. Covered by the heavy. Burden. Worry. Anxiety. Weight of this world.
What am I not giving him? What am I not giving you. These two messages are speaking to me so clearly, it feels as if Your hand is in my chest squeezing this heart. Squeezing so close... that springing back to life is the next step. With joy unknown before all was almost lost. This is what will be. Fill me up Lord. Overflow us. Let us be a vessel. Hold me strong that I do not stray. Again and again and again. Forgive me for raising my voice. For not smiling down on a child that loves so unabashedly. Your child.
Thank you for the gifts, that do not weigh us down.
Thank you for the friends, that give openly.
Thank you for the people you place in our lives, in the most unusual ways.
Only is it possible for you.
Thank you for giving these people your heart, words to share it in turn.
Thank you for letting him fall asleep in his bed, for the first time, without me attached.
In Hard Times- Holy Experience
Blueberry- The Hat
Gifts we've been given, will keep us connected. Seeking employment. If that is your path Lord, set it boldly before me. I am lost. You are here. I still feel lost.
Long days. Nights. Weeks? Have past since I laughed. Full. Abundant heart laughter. Joy is waning. slipping through my grip. Not reality of course. Of course you are here. Joy is here. Covered by the heavy. Burden. Worry. Anxiety. Weight of this world.
What am I not giving him? What am I not giving you. These two messages are speaking to me so clearly, it feels as if Your hand is in my chest squeezing this heart. Squeezing so close... that springing back to life is the next step. With joy unknown before all was almost lost. This is what will be. Fill me up Lord. Overflow us. Let us be a vessel. Hold me strong that I do not stray. Again and again and again. Forgive me for raising my voice. For not smiling down on a child that loves so unabashedly. Your child.
Thank you for the gifts, that do not weigh us down.
Thank you for the friends, that give openly.
Thank you for the people you place in our lives, in the most unusual ways.
Only is it possible for you.
Thank you for giving these people your heart, words to share it in turn.
Thank you for letting him fall asleep in his bed, for the first time, without me attached.
In Hard Times- Holy Experience
Blueberry- The Hat
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