Today I’ve found myself empty and needing to drink in the Spirit. So instead of pretending that I’ve got it all together, I want to share some linky love to some inspiring writers who have touched my heart today:
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Friday Words of Faith: Worlds Apart
God, today I find myself without words. May these words be the prayer of my heart:
I’m the only one to blame for this
Somehow it all adds up the same
Soaring on the wings of selfish pride
I flew too high and like Icarus I collide
With a world I try so hard
To leave behind
To rid myself of all but love
To give and die
To turn away and not become
Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves
More deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears
Of a world embracing every heartache
Can I be the one to sacrifice
Or grip the spear and watch
The blood and water flow
To love you, take my world apart
To need you, I am on my knees
To love you, take my world apart
To need you, broken on my knees
All said and done I stand alone
Amongst remains of a life I should not own
It takes all I am to believe
In the mercy that covers me
Did you really have to die for me?
All I am for all you are
Because what I need
And what I believe are worlds apart, and I pray
To love you, take my world apart
To need you, I am on my knees
To love you, take my world apart
To need you, broken on my knees, on my knees
I look beyond the empty cross
Forgetting what my life has cost
And wipe away the crimson stains
And dull the nails that still remains
More and more I need you now
I owe you more each passing hour
The battle between grace and pride
I gave up not so long ago
So steal my heart and take the pain
And wash the feet and cleanse my pride
Take the selfish, take the weak
And all the things I cannot hide
Take the beauty, take my tears
The sin-soaked heart and make it yours
Take my world all apart
Take it now, take it now
And serve the ones that I despise
Speak the words I can’t deny
Watch the world I used to love
Fall to dust and thrown away
I look beyond the empty cross
Forgetting what my life has cost
So wipe away the crimson stains
And dull the nails that still remain
Steal my heart and take the pain
Take the selfish, take the weak
And all the things I cannot hide
Take the beauty, take my tears
Take my world apart, take my world apart
And I pray, and I pray, and I pray
Take my world apart, world apart
Song: Worlds Apart Artist: Jars of Clay
Friday Words of Faith: My Hope
I was asked on Tuesday, “What do you hope for most: today, tomorrow, or long-term?” I sat and pondered this question for quite awhile as I shared in yesterday’s post. But even after responded, the question remained in my thoughts. As I sat in the doctor’s office yesterday afternoon, my mind was flooded with thoughts.
It has been quite an emotional week for me. Tuesday I spent 10 minutes in the bathroom at work crying after hearing about a coworker being devastated at the thought of being pregnant. I cried over my frustration with fibromyalgia that it hurt to style my hair because my joints were throbbing so bad. I hated myself for laying down to take a nap Monday evening but not waking up until the next morning and missing out on spending the evening with John, Abby, and my mom. This week was just one of those week’s where I could give chronic illness the middle finger and move on. But of course, I am a lady and would never do such a thing (ha!).
So as I sat in the room at the doctor’s office, I asked myself, “Where does my hope rest really?” Does it rest on whether or not my doctor finds something on the ultrasound I am getting ready to have? Does it rest on the forecast for lower humidity for the weekend? Does it rest on Abby finally cutting that last molar and sleeping through the night?
Of course my answer should be “My hope rests in Christ.” It’s easy to say that. Every Sunday morning we say some variation of the same statement and work really hard to make sure others believe us. We may even do a pretty good job of convincing ourselves of that too.
Don’t get me wrong, my love and passion for Christ go to the deepest depths of my heart and soul and my faith is solid. My everything rests in God and His unending grace and mercy. But I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t a daily struggle to keep my focus and hope in the correct place. So each day I have a choice. I can pick up my cross and follow Him which often requires trusting in the things unseen. That is the definition of hope. Each day I can choose to step up to the ledge, stretch out my arms, and fall back knowing He will always be there to catch me.
So today I choose hope for today, tomorrow, and eternity.