Mirror, Mirror on the wall. . . I fight daily to stand tall. Letting the waters rash away all my hurts, my disappointments in life. Why? Because my hurts have been hauled into an oblivion of pain. The more I wash, the cleaner I feel. Why are our hurts so dirty?
I'm in a tunnel of rebuilding. Trying to build a new life. . . moving along slowly, sometimes trying to figure where I should start and where the end may take me.
Lord God! My Father in Heaven. I feel Your presence with me, comforting me, smiling down on me. I needed to feel that. Every day I need to feel your presence. You've been good at giving me that added presence and you've often eased it away so that my faith kicks in to know that even when I don't feel you . . . . . I know you are there.
I love you Lord. Without You there would be no me. Daily I hunger for your touch, Your breath against my dry bones. Often I want to be alone with just You, talking with You, listening for Your instructions, Your guidance, and Your constant Love for me.
No one loves me like you Lord. My faults, my ups, my downs, and my turmoils.
I depend on You always. No longer will I depend on the human nature of others.
AMEN!
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