I sit this morning listening to Pat McGee Pandora, sipping my coffee (which is an exceptionally lovely blending of situations I created), and thinking about God. Father, thank you for the birds that sing just outside the lingering and open window. The way the breeze feels...sometimes any touch is just enough. Just enough to remind me that You are near. Nearer than I think. Nearer than I give You credit for. I have little time with You this morning but Father, I am just thankful today.
Thankful for the few minutes I can squeeze in of rest. May I find my rest in You. Father, may I linger here just, longer. You ask us to come and yet we forget You. We search and are beaten by the life inside and out. Yet still, You wait. You love more than I will ever understand. Yet, we long for lesser love still.
Thank You for Your beauty. You draw me in. One sweet moment that I so quickly forget. The weight of the world can feel so heavy when I try and hold it up myself. This morning, I want nothing more than to linger and think about You.
This morning. Before getting ready for the day...may I begin to seek You. I need that. Those moments. I need to know You. This morning...I will start the Ruth study guide. So many things about that make me smile this morning. Lord, the irony? Or perhaps the plans I think I have for my life. You made me a planner. That is what I do.
Journal. This Lord is public or private because I do not care to hide my love. If my life is caught up in You than why live it in secret. I promised months ago to begin blogging again. Yet, I do not write for others but Father, may I write for You.
The beating in my heart. You know it. You write it. It moves. The steady speeding up. The songs that make it race. The overwhelming feelings that are held captive there. I am held entirely captive by You. To taste the sweetness of that, of You.
I breathe the air You make. I softly fall. You are love. You love when I am so unlovable. You hold me yet.
Calming. The storms that arise. Lord, may I know that You are my first love. May I forget the things that I so quickly tangle myself in. May I know that everything is held up to Your standard.
When my last five minutes are up may I not walk into the day and forget You. You are a gentle strength. I long for that more than anything. I need that. I need You. I forget that. But,how? You’re in everything and everywhere. And, I react.
May the You in everything sink deeply in. May it distract me completely. And, the day must begin...
