Sick. Tired. Lonely. Worried.
Ashamed. Misunderstood. Disappointment. Behind.
My own versions of these
words plague my heart and cripple my mind.
It’s an all too familiar
feeling tonight.
I’ve been here before.
I feel my knees buckle,
my body falls to the floor.
You hear my cries.
You see the ache in my
soul.
Like a knot that cannot
be untied,
A sinking weight,
A raging avalanche
inside.
You answer my call, reach
out to console,
As You have time and time
before.
You remind me You’re here,
constantly with me.
Always fully in control.
“Although right now you don’t understand,
There is purpose in
this,” You say. “Hold on. I have a plan.”
So I take those thoughts
captive,
Heave them from down
below to up above.
I find peace in Your
presence, rest in Your promises,
I soak in Your love.
I block out all other
voices, every lie, all other sounds.
I fix my eyes on the One
whose knowledge and power know no bounds.
Take as much time as needed, Lord, to do what You want to do.
Prepare me, mold me, grow
me, restore me, make me new.
Direct my gaze to the
cross,
The ultimate demonstration
of Your love,
A reminder to trust.
Remind me that Your grace
is and will always be enough.
Make me more confident of
who I am,
More aware of who You
are.
Help me to know You’re
never too far.
Savior. Healer. Father. Provider.
Protector. Teacher. Guide. Friend.
The One with whom life has
no end.
Having faith in what I
cannot yet see,
I bring it all to You,
lay it down at Your feet.
Your will, not my own, I
want to break through.
These days of rest, the
time in between,
I’ll spend them seeking
and chasing after You.
We sit together in
silence for a while, You and I.
It’s a comfortable place,
our secret space,
A peaceful embrace, a
shelter in the storm.
I feel the chains break
as I start to let go.
Slowly, but surely, those
words begin to transform.
Loved. Forgiven. Saved.
Free. Called. Known. Valued. Cherished. Set apart.
I breathe that in. I let
it sink deep within.
It consumes every corner
of my heart.
What I say next begins as
a whisper
And crescendos to a
shout.
Meant with more sincerity
each time it leaves my lips,
Repeated until there is
no trace of doubt.
“I thank You, Lord, and I
trust You.
Show me more of what this
season is meant to be about.” 