Monthly Archives: February 2015

His Nearness

I am joining with Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday. The goal is to write for five minutes about a word. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Today’s prompt is:

Visit

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His Nearness

I run around trying to get it all together,
to be more in order, more put together,
more perfect for when You come

The clutter, oh the clutter
Pick it up, put it away, go through it later
Again
The rhythm
Pick it up, put it away, take it back out
and go through it later

Really?
Is that what I do for You?
You knock on the door of my heart
You beckon me, “Come”
Yet, somehow I still want to pick up the mess of my heart
and hide it so that we can really enjoy our time together
because somewhere deep down inside
I believe that Your enjoyment of me
depends on me being good

But who are You?
My mother, my older sister, the friend I’m trying to impress
With my external neatness
When inside I’m anything but that

I remember again,
It’s none of those people
Coming for a visit

Rather, it’s the One who loves me most
He loves me despite myself
It’s the one whose love covers my clutter and brokenness
and moment by moment His whisper frees my soul
and I am less afraid to come near

You knock on the door
Desiring to come to me, to visit me
My heart is awake
Your call stirs me

Your love quickens reality within
I get up
I open the door
The clutter remains
You come in
You visit me
You show me how precious I am to You
There is no turning back
Your love frees me
Your love cleanses me

There is nothing more beautiful
than this
The visitation of G-d upon the soul
The nearness of G-d that is my only good

SOS 5:2

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Tossed and Pressed by Your Ways

Tossed and Pressed by Your Ways

The tossing and pressing
and pushing of the heart
from here to there
and back again

The attempt to love one another
and live in unity
as one
The most exhausting plan of the ages
to the human condition I’ve found myself in
because I simply want my ways
instead of Yours
I believe my way of going about things will
bring about Your ways
but how can this be

When I go about the faulty plans of man
I will not succeed at bringing Your Kingdom
When I do things my own way
How can You be glorified in the process

When I comprehend Your great goodness
Why would I choose my ways

O God, take me deeper, take me lower
I want to know You more completely
That I would be more like You

O God deliver me from my self-righteous expressions
Yet more
Deliver me from the deep places of self
My ways, my plans, trusting in my own ways instead of Yours

Only if I go low
Can I find You
Servant of all

Only if I am laid bare
Can You fill me
Please come and fill me

I can ask the questions
You can give the answers
or not
You are sovereign
And what I do know for sure
is that You are good

Even in looking at the deepest darkness of man
You come out beautiful
Because You are
and You are the only One good

All the good works of men
Will eventually be seen as they are

Our hunger inside for goodness manifests
You are made known
by the weak things of humanity
Desiring to somehow access the goodness of who You are

Please come and make Yourself known to this weak and fragile one

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You Win

I am joining with Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday. The goal is to write for five minutes about a word. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Today’s prompt is:
Open
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You open the floodgates of heaven
and You deluge my heart with light

You set Your desire upon me
You awaken this muted heart
You breathe and life comes forth
and all aligns

Your desire calls me to come near
I consider what the cost may be

Then I realize once again
Your mercy has stacked the deck
There’s no consideration
That can stand
against Your desire
and Your mercy
for me

You win again

You are more real than anything
Being caught up in Your mercy
causes my heart to stand in wonder
at Your great goodness
that I do not deserve
and I never could earn

The cost of love is everything
for You
and nothing for me
All I must bring
is my complete surrender
to the goodness of who You are

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