This path, LORD,
has been full of fog.
Only enough moment
for one step at a time.
& oh, how I want to run!
I want to do all the things, speak the
many words that
my heart has hiding from the
world, & You. LORD, how You’ve
asked me to sit with You, & I turn back
into a little girl: Abba,
I’m afraid of this unfailing love.
This morning I’ve been coloring this:
when the basement door opens and a cold wind (may have been the air conditioner) comes toward me. But I’m more interested in the open door.
Jesus, are you opening a door?! and I laugh to myself because I don’t understand this path but I do know I feel a sweet closeness. From the way I’ve been getting up early and wanting to read His Word. Or these opportunities He has opened to me. I don’t know if it’s because of my constant begging, my fear, but I’m pretty sure it’s His unfailing love. And maybe this invitation.
Yes, LORD, show me how I love making graphics for books You let me help launch. And go outside my comfort zone in my writing & a new place I’ve never been before. It feels too much like a dream and my trust is, okay. You sure, God? What if I’m second guessing this? You sure I’m not being pushy, because I can very pushy. Actually, impatient. Very impatient. But I want to see You restore all the locusts have eaten. To do more than I’ve asked or thought according to Your power working in me. How there is no condemnation for me who is in You. How since You didn’t spare Jesus, Your beloved Son for me, You graciously give me all things. Those that are best for me. Because You want to, not because You feel You have to.
satisfy me with Your unfailing love,
give me courage to accept this love –
let me embrace Your goodness & mercy.
& may I find myself safe in Your arms.