What do you want?
What do I want? Do I know what I want?
Sometimes, I forget
This is why I can never serve another.
My shenanigans and foolishness can never exhaust Your supply.
Messy
I had to step into the mess if I wanted to accomplish anything of substance.
Partnership
God does His part.
Do I do mine?
The Dichotomy
This Dichotomy, where logic makes no sense at all.
Where instead of running parallel, all things intersect.
A place where Last is First, and Surrender is Honor.
This place where Death became Life.
The Unknown
I have no idea where I am
I have no inkling as to where I am going
Certain uncertainty that is all I am sure of
Motive
What is my motive for that which I say I believe?
What is my motive for following Him?
What is my motive for all that I do “for Him”?
Do I even know ‘what I believe and why I believe it’?
Stumble & Fall
I stumble. I fall. I bruise myself, and sometimes I bleed.
I stumble, I fall. I battle mind against Spirit, body against heart.
I stumble, I fall. It all seems too much, what would it mean to give up?
I stumble, I fall. Over and over it seems.
Accomplishment
God can accomplish more in a day than I can accomplish in a lifetime. Let’s take a moment to let that sink in…
A Follower of Christ?
So, what does it mean to you to be a follower of Christ?
I look forward to reading and sharing in your responses.
“Out of the wreck, I rise”
Out of the wreck, I rise every time
For when it comes to You, Logic makes no sense.
The Process of Letting Go
“If you have never begged God to help you let go of someone, you have never truly loved”… I push myself to release, and each time I try, it is like trying to kill a part of me in many ways. You are a part of me.
Stretch
The more you resist it, the harder it is.
The more you tense up,
The more difficult it is to get into the position you need to be.
The more you try to force it,
The less you are able to accomplish.
Running
Running used to be a method by which I cleared my mind. The pain gave me something concrete to focus on. When the pain was not enough to drown out the thoughts anymore, when I could not outrun myself, I stopped.
BLACK
Our stories are unique in their similarities, different in their commonalities, and heartbreaking in the reality of this modern world.
This is the call to action, a BATTLE CRY that rings out, that will mark this generation. Will you heed the call?
