I have been studying the book of Malachi lately. In the first chapter I noticed
the word of the Lord was given to Malachi for the people of Israel. When I
started the
in the deep i scream
i gasp for a hand to hold
for a breath of air once more
in my selfishness i scream
not for company but for separation
i scream for
Out of uncertainty you have come alive.
Out of unbelief you have taken flight,
mounted the skies above you,
shaken the clouds with your mighty breath
and twisted the sun until it looked
I need healing.
I have had some experiences in life that have broken me. In small pieces or in
big pieces, all in all I have been broken.
What I am coming to
I am seen.
I have always wrestled with being seen. I have never really been the outgoing
and extroverted person, I am more reserved and to myself. I prefer to be in the
Psalm 37:4
"Take delight in the Lord,
and he will give you the desires of your heart."
Jesus, I have been wrestling with what I desire. I have been wrestling
I am learning that I need to keep the truth of what the Lord says about me fresh
in my mind. It has become a little too easy to forget, in my forgetfulness
In the middle of singing one of my favorite songs
I can hear you singing along with me
It makes me stop
Pause
Listen a little harder
Sometimes I turn and look for
Faith is not the absence of reality. In fact, faith is pulling the impossible
into our reality, by calling on the name of Jesus.
One of my favorite scriptures is Mark 9:24,
I hear your words of advice
I listen, strain
To insure your voice
I am filled with sorrow
In need of your security
To hear your melodic songs, smooth as honey
Dance through
I am sitting here
In the place I saw
You last
Have I been so overlooked
That the shadow of Your
Leaning head has covered me
That I now appear
Like a dot
To be obedient there has to be a desire to follow the voice of the one speaking.
In order for me to fully surrender my will and my own agenda to the Lord
Take my heart.
Knife down the middle,
Spilling my love
Equally among the grass,
Among the sheets
We shouldn't have shared.
Take what was
Once a gift
For ransom.
For the