Some days it's hard to keep going. To keep hoping, wishing, longing, pursuing whatever dreams have crashed around you. But there's always light. Light in the darkest dark and brightest brights. That Light is Jesus. Today I just want to publish this poem and let it speak to your heart from God's heart through mine.
Rain drops fall softly upon the dry earth reviving and refreshing the air.
Breezes blow softly, the wheat field waving at the sun.
And down a little ways from the mountain a steady stream of water flows clear and free.
Lord, don’t let me miss You. Don’t let me get so into my own life, my own self, that I have become convinced You aren’t there. Remind me to remember that You love me and that You care.
“Come to me, Marcie.”
“I want to Lord.”
“But I don’t have a proper place to do it.”
“Just give me the place that you have.”
“It’s not that easy, Lord.”
“I have to clean off the table. I don’t have time and this thing I call a desk just isn’t big enough to hold both Bible and notebook...”
“Just give me the space that you have. I’ll take it from there.”
Six weeks to go. Just six weeks.
I couldn’t do it. Ready to quit, I turned off my computer, shut my books, closed my notebooks, and pushed my pencil out of the way.
Nope. Not happening. I was done.
Putting my head down, I thought about the next few months and years. And a question popped into my mind, “If you quit now, how will feel in six months? If you quit now, how will you feel a year from now?”
I admit it. Sometimes I strive to do everything on my own. And at some point, I am so depleted and ready to give up, that’s what I do. I give up.
But giving up isn’t always the bad idea it is usually made out to be. Giving up can actually be a good thing. Especially if we’re giving it up, to let God take the lead.
I'm so thankful that nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate me from God. Not even myself. No matter where we go—in distance, height, width, or depth—God is with us. He knows where we are and knows how to find us. Even when we are at our lowest, God will never leave us nor forsake us.
Sitting in the corner
curled up into a ball
invisible to everyone
but the One who created all.
Some days we color a pretty picture all nice and neat. Other days turn into scribbles, all unruly outside of the lines.
And you know what? That's okay. The question is, do we include God in the messiness of our lives as much as we do the colorful days?
Watching the news, I just have no words for the images flashing across the screen of a country being torn apart. I am horrified by what I see. What do I do with the feelings and emotions coursing through me? Jehoshaphat, king of Judah, admitted he didn't know what to do either when an army came against him, except to focus his eyes on God. And so, as I watch, I pray. Would you pray with me?