I will pour out my soul
Pour out my soul
Before the Lord
And He will hear me.
The world will say, “Woman,
Why won’t you eat?
Why do you weep?
Your heart should not grieve.”
I lay the bitterness of my soul
In prayer before the Lord
Weeping in anguish to Him
Who will wipe tears from all eyes.
Lord, look upon my face
Your servant, weighed down in disgrace
Do not forget me
Remember she who clings to You.
Clinging to You
God of the Hebrews
Cover me with Your cloak.
Other foreign women, I know
You claimed; You called your own
Yes, You knit them in
Into Your inheritance.
Here is what I say to You, Adonai: ‘I am the Lord’s servant. May it be as you have said.’ May all the words I believe I receive from You be true and right. I ask you, Lord, to shine your Light on anything not of You so I can throw it out and forget it. Abba, May I treasure your words and your Word. May I treasure them in my heart as Mary did. When the time of Your words come, I will proclaim Your goodness and faithfulness. As I wait in hopeful expectation I will tell others of Your love and compassion. I will worship You in pain and joy, in the waiting and the welcoming, in every season of my life. I am a grateful servant; I have not forgotten the debt You paid for. I know Your timing is perfect and I trust you. Amen.
Adonai, I hear Your praise
in the rumbles of the thunder
in the warbles of the songbird
in the dancing of the leaves.
Elohim, I feel your presence
in the warmth of the sunlight
through the softness of your grass
by the washing of your waves.
Lord, I hear your cry
in the plea of the hungry
Through the weeping of the lonely
By the lament of the mourning.
O God, I know communion
through palms pressed together
By the lifting up of voices
in the sharing of oneself.
And to You goes my worship;
to You, Lord, goes my praise.
To You, Abba, I cry out;
to you I give all my days.
What kind of God are you
that would be the Creator of all that is, ever was, will ever be,
with power unknown and depths unsearchable,
yet you would walk amongst us?
You, who would call us ‘very good’
and give us authority over your creation?
What kind of King dies for the least deserving and most wretched?
Who suffers for the sake of those that inflict the suffering?
Your mercy and grace are unfathomable.
Darkness yields to your Light.
Deceit and Lies are dust in the Wind of your Truth.
Hatred crumbles when pressed by your Love.
All the universe will kneel at your name.
And I am betrothed to You.
I am Your beloved and you pursue me with relentless patience.
You are my God, my Sustainer and Helper, my Stronghold and Salvation.
My Hope and my Redeemer.
I give thanks that You would know me and love me with an everlasting love.
I dreamt of you, the one I don’t know yet. I heard the sound of our laughter ringing like bells, echoing across time. We were oriented toward one another and I sensed your hand before it settled on my neck or played with my hair. We were surrounded by people we loved, but as we spoke with them our fingers would seek the others and our bodies gravitated towards one another until we touched. I knew you by the feeling of comfort you gave me, by the love you had for me that wrapped around me like a wooly cocoon. And in my heart I was reminded that I was living a life of answered prayers.
I believe that life is given us so we may grow in love, and I believe that God is in me as the sun is in the color and fragrance of a flower-the Light in my darkness, the Voice in my silence. -Helen Keller –
Abba, there are times when I grow weary
Of seeking to understand and feeling misunderstood
Of loving without being loved
Of knowing without being known.
But I push ever forward God
Because I know of no other response
That would honor your love, your mercy,
When I am fully known only by you.
Help me, Abba, help me.
I don’t know for what I plea
But you do, and so I ask
Help me, Abba, show me.
I am but a child, wholly ignorant,
I give you my heart, my life
To do with as you wish
For nothing and no one is so good as you.
From August 18th, 2017
Look, see how calm and still the waters are? Yet right on the other side of that is a rushing waterfall. God, what is the significance of that?
And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate (solitary) place, and there he prayed. Mark 1:35
Abba, what do you have to say to me?
Peace, like a palm pressed firmly against your chest.
Every creation, every life, is Mine, created by Me, with intention. Have I put any less thought into you, child of Mine? Trust me. Trust in my timing. For different works require different efforts. How long must water flow to cut paths through the earth and shape the land? How patient must the seed of a tree be to reach maturity? Is it any different with you? And how much more am I invested in the work I do in you than the water or the tree? Be confident in My love for you.