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In pain I’ve found You

Help me with everything
I cannot see
but doubt You concerning
anyway.
I am not a faithful believer,
and yet You continually
give me faith to
make it through
each day.
You have stretched me
to degrees
that, from a distance,
I would have judged
as cruel,
but up close have come
to understand as grace.
You have taught me how my salvation
is found not in comfort,
but in pain that is redeemed.
Thank You for proving to me
in every season
that
You
are the
object
of everything I walk through!

Lord, I want…whatever is more of You!

God, I want to be
in tune with You,
to pick up
the message
You’re communicating
through the details
of my life;
I want to separate
the meaning that’s
important to You
from the medium
that is difficult
to accept for me.
I want to receive You
in whatever way
You present Yourself,
never insisting that
I am above accommodating
myself to You
in whatever way
is necessary.
Whatever way You
choose to work in my life,
I want to receive
it as the blessing it is:
more of You!

His fingerprint is BEAUTY!

I thought beauty was a joke–
with a few players
of startling quality
to carry the punch line,
and a host of less-interesting
characters
to bolster the rest
of the tale.
But I’ve found, since, that beauty is
a story
that’s never been told the same
way twice.
It is a window into
something this world
can never fully figure out.
Beauty enters our lives as a symbol
we were meant to cherish
as the imprint
of something beyond ourselves,
something we can barely know
while we’re here.
We all carry an imprint of
God’s finger’s–
left behind from
when He first held us.
If your mark differs
from what you find upon another,
let the value of His trace
settle you with ease.
The details of the Creator
that you display
may grab the world’s attention
or lead to a rejection.
In either case,
grace remains
to be mined
in the recesses of His gift.
You cannot come to the end
of what you have of God
until you recognize it as a proof
that your ultimate purpose is
in holding your Maker’s heart!

Lord, I’ll take my pores clogged with YOU every day!

You have loved me
when I did not know what
love was.
You have not given up
on me
in any darkness
that’s made itself my home.
Your promises have lured me
nearer Your heart,
so that waiting on You
should never disappoint.
Keeping me in perfect peace
has been a blessing manifested
by Your constant presence–
even in the times
I couldn’t hear
You speaking to me.
You have taught me what
it means to live
with hope;
in everything
I’ve walked through
You’ve been the One
ruling the outcome.
Because You have never held back
from me Your greatest treasures,
I have grown wealthier,
despite my troubles.
You dominate the landscape of my life
and so, I have grace lodged
in every pore!

Do you want to know what God calls beautiful, breath-taking?

Should you ever wonder what makes God’s heart

skip a beat

and soar in celebration

when He looks

at us,

consider the girl who hides inside your heart–

the one that worships Him

with her longings

and doesn’t forget that they are

really all about Him.

Her words are not especially eloquent,

her sentences not

particularly well-constructed,

but in her speech

she offers everything she is

and hopes for

to the One who made her and moves within her.

Father,” she says,

I want not just to know

the manner of guaranteeing

my beauty

and desirability

will last as long as I.

You know I want to look my best,

and someday attract

the prince

that You’ve prepared

for me,

but more than these

is my wish

to know

the One who desires me

more than all the rest.

I’ve gotta know

Your heart,

Lord,

and I’m willing to sever my ties

to anything that will

get in the way

of falling more in love with You

today.

Make me beautiful

in Your presence,

I pray,

but may Your beauty

ever overshadow me.

I won’t be satisfied with my beauty

if, to have it, I must forfeit

the wonder

of beholding You.

For me, beauty dies when it is separated

from You;

I don’t enjoy a thing that is connected to it

without You.

I want You to know, dearest Friend,

that if I need to face my own lack of beauty

to truly discover Yours,

than I want to do it.

It’s more important to me to know

that You conquer all

than to never know the nature

of my own weakness.

You are fully able to make every

exposure of weakness in me

a blessing

more distinct than the

fable of my untested strength.

That’s my God.