When you feel like you’re done

This was a post from a friend of mine that I thought so very eloquent, I asked if I could share it. I was going to add some of my thoughts, but she pretty much sums up certain times in my life when I’ve hit the wall. Thanks, Linda

I trust you Lord, I do. I know your plan is always the best, I know this. You have been faithful in every way to me . There are times however, when I want to throw a tantrum and say No, it’s not fair. Don’t ask this of me. Even though I know its nothing compared to the sacrifice you made for me. I know you will equip me and you will walk with me though fire even. I know this because you have done this for me many times. We have walked some difficult paths together. I know I will be stronger and I will be closer as a result. I do want that. But there are times that I don’t want to be Spiritually mature, I really really don’t. And even in such moments you are right there understanding and not condemning me. I want things my way, I want to shut my eyes and shake my head, stomp my feet and clench my fists. I want it my way, the easier way in my thinking. But in truth my way is never easy, especially if it’s outside of your will. The enemy whispers to me, “He gives you glimpses good things ahead, the desires of your heart even, then immediately snatches them away.” Yet I know that is not true. The enemy is a liar! You ARE a good good father. Your plans for me are good, to prosper me not to harm me to give me a hope and a future. So I will submit and follow your Son’s example and say, Not my will, by your will. That’s the Spiritually mature thing to do. Any thing else is idolatry and sin even, I know better than to push my agenda. It’s the next level, isn’t it? You’re calling me to go higher up and deeper in. I know it will be better, but I stand here thinking, wouldn’t it be easier to just stay here a while, I think I got this level down and can relax a bit. But that’s just another lie. I know you, and further more, I know I can trust you. So, I choose to take your hand as you lead me to step up to the next level. I am a little shaky Lord, so hold tight, I will try not to stumble and fall. My eyes are on you, my ears are open to hear and my heart is receptive to receive your next instructions. Don’t let go of my hand, I will need you close! But you already knew that, didn’t you and that’s part of it too. YAH, I see that. So, while we are at this, let’s stop by the enemy’s camp and stir things up a bit, ok?

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Find Your Voice

There is something nerve-wracking about baring your creative soul  in vulnerability to the world, you know? But as I continue to explore me, this is part of it. So this poem I wrote over a year past has been on my mind so now it becomes part of my thoughts to the world…

Find Your Voice

Why so silent
My precious one?
You are wonderful
So precious,
Created to sing
To speak
To whisper
To shout
To be heard!
Find your voice
And let your joy find its way
To encourage, to comfort
To love.

Oh, my heart sings
So full of joy
Full of my glorious one.
Find your voice!
What you’ve done so far
All you’ve said
Are simply shadows,
Echoes, really,
Of the glory inside of you.
Touch your heart,
Open it up and pour out
Everything you have!

Find your voice
My intimate lover.
The power and glory and majesty
That is in you,
That IS you
Desperate to come out
To overflow out onto those
Who are starving and thirsty
For who you are.
So open your mouth,
Find your voice
Speak the Word
Sing praises
Shout your love.
My precious, glorious one
My darling among maidens,
My dove, my perfect one.
My Bride.