I grasp for it when I feel oppressed.
I shout about it when I want my way.
But in the wide expanse of choice, I've realized that if I'm bare of boundaries... absent of guidance, my view becomes distorted... distracted by the immediate.
I end up looking down at my feet, pridefully believing that I'm pointed in the right direction. And when my arms get tired, I either complain of limitations or brag of my hard work. But most often, I'm only wearing myself out; justifying it as holy.
And when I come to my spiritual senses, I acknowledge that God's scales reveal a different measure. For apart from Him... I can do nothing of eternal value.
So I cry out to Him...
Create in me a clean heart, O God, And renew a right and steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me away from Your presence And do not take Your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation And sustain me with a willing spirit.
Psalm 51:10-12 AMP
I do long to commit my works... to roll them over onto You, Lord. For they are simply too heavy for my frail humanity. I weary myself thinking I can do this myself.
Show me a better way.
Teach me to trust You more.
Lead and guide me....
away from my own pride.
Lift my arms to let go of control
and surrender all success to You.
from my heart...
I write as an overflow... an expression of my true love for God and with a deep desire to encourage others in their day to day lives. For we can only find peace, joy, and satisfaction when we yield to the One who yielded His life for us.