Me is You, is Loved

 

 

Don’t You

Don’t you tell me what my dreams should be. Don’t let me see you trying to make mine like yours. Dreams flow between a person and their God and you’ve got no business messin’ betwixt the two. Speak like you’re wise and be honest with me, that’s OK, but don’t you go deceivin’ my heart and condescending away my dreams. The Devil’s job is better left in his hands. Tell a bird it can’t fly and it sure won’t soar.

Life’s Lead Weight

The life He has chosen for me-

And I have agreed to-is going to be hard

It is not called the straight and narrow

Inaccurately.

This He tells me,

This I hear,

The lesson sinks deep into my stomach:

A lead weight

To last a lifetime.

Joy shines down to clarify the darkest of darks;

A broken Alleluia rolls off my tongue.

For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age, waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Saviour Jesus Christ, who gave Himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for Himself a people for His own possession who are zealous for good works. (Titus 2:11-14)

Faith Is

Faith looks different in every stage of life. It morphs and changes each day. Life keeps us on our toes as we try and figure out what today’s faith looks like.

Right now, my faith is…

Believing that a perfect chain of events has led me where I am today.

It is not my fault-or any fault at all.

It is a Divine conspiracy.

Right now-here-is the destination.

Something great is going to happen.

This is not a dead end.

It is only a  rocky start.

This is not a preview of all the sorrows and struggles that my life shall be made up of.

Faith is getting affirmation from a God I cannot see because He alone understands what is going on.

Excelsior

It gets harder and harder to say,

Not my will but Yours be done,

For the path He has laid out for me hurts and hurts some more.

It tears every earthly joy from my life

It robs me of all that I love-

All who I love.

His path offers me pain and sorrow

Day after day,

But I continue to say it because

My will is broken,

My heart heavy.

I know now that the only joy there can be

For me

Is found in Him.

Life is Hell right now.

A fire that refines-

A fire all the same.

I cling to His promise:

….When you walk through the fire you shall not be burned, the flames will not consume you….

It is all I have.

He does not promise easy times;

Only a new day.

He is my life and breath

Short of Him, I am

A broken sea shell, washed up on life’s shore

In Him, I am

Precious, destined for greatness in adventure and growth.

Ever higher,

Constant-search for more Light.

Exhale Gold Dust

“…Depth beneath depth and subtlety within subtlety, there remains some lingering idea of our own, our very own, attractiveness.”-The Four Loves, by C.S. Lewis

I know that I am a piece of clay in my Father’s hand

To Him I have offered up

Myself.

“Mold me,” I bid Him.

“Make me what you wish.”

But I didn’t realize-

I could not have foretold:

The grating,

The sanding-down,

The chipping away.

I expected it to hurt for a while,

And then get better.

I thought my heart was maleable,

Warm.

Wrong.

It is not a massage

Or a gentle forming.

It is scraping and thus

I am reduced to a heap of dust;

So hard was my heart.

Blind eyes deceived me.

The wretched soul holds onto lies,

Looks for good in itself.

Mistaken creature that I am,

He holds me dear.

His whisper I await,

I know it will come.

Even when I least expect it:

“Take heart”

“You are beautfiul”

“I will renew your strength”

“Give you wings”

Hallelujah, God Strong Tower

Make my dust

Golden.

Breathe me in,

Never exhale.