Today is made for submission to my Fathers heart
Throwing away empty and vain pursuits
Search me and know me Father
From my inmost, out
I surrender fresh to you
In delight of your promise
To me, Your son
day fades, I sigh
my breath escapes me like air squeezed from a punctured tire
emptied of strength because I have put my hands to what has been asked of me
from a Father who knows how far I can run
He takes a moment for as long as I will listen
reviewing better steps to be made tomorrow
then filled fresh, like a tired water bottle ready to be placed in the fridge
and waiting till morning to be reused
for tomorrow, we run again!
Thoughts seem to slow to a crawl, a stare into the night captures my face. My mind rests and my being sighs. A still moment blasts through the chaotic semblance of what I call life.
I am relieved. I am calmed. I am.
Paused and at peace, remindings to fight for these glimmers of lucidity.
To remember.. To reflect.. On His goodness and faithful love.
today is built to be beautiful
and tomorrow the same
today is beautiful
and tomorrow will be too
… i feel so humbled beginning this year. It has been a year of triumph and victory born out of the most difficult of days. this year has been one of perseverance, easily.
Out of these ashes the Lord has brought about a… stronger than ever… feeling. ya know, it’s funny. although i am sure i am stronger than before, and much further along especially in the areas hope, perseverance, and faith, i feel… well, not the way i expected i would.
I do not feel weak, nor do i feel strong. however, i do feel a brilliance of confidence in where, when and how God has placed me.
The other night I woke up from a dream, where the Lord spoke something very clear to me.
“often we want to know every detail of where it is the Lord is calling us, when all He is wanting for us to go there.”
I believe that will be a word over this year for so many of us. one that will lead us to the victorious life we have been born for. shedding off the barriers of questions and fear to run with confidence.
freedom has captured me
it grips me tightly with it’s mercy
allowing me to run
in fields of grandeur and hope
peace and life
my mind reels between the beauty of canvas
and the heart of my Father
if i could create to my hearts contentment
my hand would forever be holding a brush
dripping of paint
my life would be one creative burst of color
one continuous statement of bold hope
Father, allow me to create
even an inkling of the love i feel
it would be an all-consuming life-long feat
crawling skin and aching heart
darkest night has passed
and new days heat smiles freshly on my back
turn and stand firm to promise
hold tight to crimson truth
A new me emerges from a cold and dismal night. Eyes widening to the vibrant rays of light that seem to dance and explode through the tree line I face. Stepping slowly and perhaps even pausing with each movement to be sure the next step is to be taken. I continue on, Shaken, but never giving up the pursuit of finding the path I seem to have lost.
My hands trembling as they remember the pain of loss and failure, and yet my heart seems to beat more strongly. So much, that it’s beating echoes, replacing the silence of my thoughts.
And there… in the echoing beat… and sprays of light… I remember.
untimid i stand amongst a thorn laden land
i resolve deeply
move as He moves
speak when He speaks
i will be the voice of His words and i will carry the love of His hands
my heart aches within me for change
and my mind, it dwells on His presence
my sights have never been so set as now
nor has my hope been so strong
for though i walk on unlevel grounds
I will be a light that will shine across the land