Foot To A Dream

When did we get here, to this place of utter uncertainty? There's mountains of dreams waiting to be moved, but that little bit of fear peering over our shoulders has almost completely held back our strength. It's as if that little voice that tells us we can't is actually strong, when in fact we know it's just a pawn, a piece that plays the chords of our heartstrings like an out of tune piano.It has as much volume as we give it, only as much strength as we permit.
    There's a power worth trusting in, a faith so real that can push the mountains from side to side, that can make the water beneath our toes a solid place to stand, to walk on. Maybe all our plans and resolutions are nothing but a joke. Maybe faith is the only thing that puts feet to our plans.

Summer Made A Promise

Sometimes the light is blinding, when you've seen so much of darkness. It's a mountain much too tall, that you don't have the stamina to climb. So you fall on you're knees, admitting you can't, because that's the only way you really can. 
    You brave the cold, accepting the absence of warmth, knowing that it is only for a time. Summer has to keep it's promise eventually. Spring will soon roll in with a kiss, a soft little melody that tells us it doesn't forget. We must hold fast and trust the One that really knows us. There's nothing worse in this world than fear without a cure, but we don't have to live that way, we know the cure, we belong to the only hands that can heal. 
    So let's end our charade, crying like pain is all we know. We've been given so much more than that. Hope is the strongest kind of fire, but you have to let it in. It's as steady as the sun, coming, going, but always promising it's return. 
    And when we see it leaving us
    Even only for a time 
    We have to let it bleed
    With clarity of mind
    Staining all our skies
    We always have to try. 

"Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful." -Hebrews 10:23

Words from Midnight

I forget what it's like for a soul to ignite

Through the dust of everyday life

There's a hole in my sail

And I've finally failed

To find my own way through the night

I've been running inside 

With a fog on my eyes

But I'm standing completely still

I've been wandering behind

And my hands are all tied

This rut has become such a drill

If my heart is a bowl

Then it's empty, not full

And I'm wanting what I can't describe

And all of these battles are just quiet rattles

Creaking so sneaky inside

You never hear them

Or see them, or feel them

You trust me when I say that I'm fine

Pull Me Closer Still

We are running, careless, creating invalid reasons of how we are unable to slow down. We make the traffic in our souls, we invent the aches in our own minds. We over-complicate the simplicity of it all and yet You still care for us, You pull us closer, still.
    You open Your hands to us, offering a peace that is unshakable, but we are all too stubborn to accept it. Sometimes we tap into that power, we drink from that well, but then we hear our hurts knocking, pounding, endlessly on our door and we close our ears to that voice that tells us to rejoice.
    I'm guilty of this, this rush that is slowing me down, but I believe in You and Your power to quiet my restless, wandering, distracted heart and pull me closer to Yourself.
   

Pull Me Out Of The Dark

"You are a hiding place for me; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with shouts of deliverance."-Psalm 32:7

    Open You're door to me now; find a place for me in You're arms, under You're wings. Save me from myself, the thoughts that tear me down. Fill the air with music, a song that says, "You're safe."
    I'm all too tired to care for anything. My passions are an empty river, a remembrance of what they use to hold.
    I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what. I don't have the strength to stand, or the motivation to mount up on eagle's wings.
    You'll always be my only hope. Jesus, pull me out of the dark.

Yours // Child of Grace

"Leave me here. I don't deserve You're love."

You'd never entertain that idea. Your grasp is tight, You're always close. This emptiness I feel is good news to You, because now You can fill me up. Now You can show me You're strength and my need for it.
    You should walk away right now, but if you did I'd be destitute, lacking purpose, knowing failure and nothing else. I'd be back to what I was, but because of Your perfect promises, I know I'll never have to walk those halls again. This is permanent freedom, the kind that never fades. With You there's not even little chains, with You the ropes are loosed, they won't hold this heart anymore, cause this heart is Yours. I belong to You.

"For freedom Christ has set us free" ~Galations 5:1

Free // Completely Done

The birds are calling back and forth to each other, in the late morning air. Summer wind brushes gently across my skin and ruffles pages of the living Words in my hands. These Words are more precious to me than anything. You are alive and speaking to me still.
 

"And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?" ~Matthew 6:27

    It doesn't profit anything, or even prepare me for what's to come. You are in control and what is going to be will be, without my nerves wondering if it will come to pass or not. 

    How can these living Words be life in me, taking effect? Here's all my cares, take them. Fill me up with You and empty me of myself. I just want to live fully, trusting You entirely, but this blockage of fear is standing in my way and I can't seem to see over that wall. 

    Every thought of mine should radiate Your sovereignty, I've not been given a spirit of fear, but a spirit of life and of peace. 

    

"Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." ~Matthew 6:34

    It must look so silly to You, from a perfect perspective, me, with hurts so unnecessary. You came down to save me out of this fear and here I am, drinking from the polluted well once more. 

    I'm tired of subjecting myself to this bondage that You've already freed me from. Enough is enough. Take my worry. You are in control and I want to trust You, but I need Your truths to be fresh in me constantly, reminding me that what You complete is completely done. 

"For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery." ~Galations 5:1