[1 O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. 2 So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and glory. 3 Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.] Psalm 63
Father, it's been a while since I was desperate. It's been a while since I felt the devastation of relying on my own strength. That crippling burden that prevents another step forward. In your Sovereignty, this week has given me no other option than to see that need. Today all I can do is fall on my knees and wait for you.
You are the the master surgeon, and I've made a habit of slapping band aids on some pretty devastating wounds. This robs you of Glory and continues to remove myself from possible rescue. I'm crippling under the weight of my sin and slipping in and of the security of your truth. In the middle of this bloody scene, amidst the denial and failing, my loving Father meets me in my need. You take the weight from my shoulders and administer the needed medications. Then you get to work on restoring this broken child.
How quick I am to forget the restoration process you're doing in my life. How quick I am to get up off my knees and take up the same burdens. Keep me at the cross Father. Keep me humble, keep me desperate. Keep my heart from believing the lies that I can do this in my own strength. Help me to desire nothing else then to be always secure at the feet of your blood stained cross. Be patient with your children Father, this one especially is prone to wander, and prone to leave the God she loves. So take my heart and seal it for thy courts above. In your name, Amen.
Love you Als
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