
It's nights like these that seem so hard for me, I cry out to you and I almost forget that it doesn't come naturally, loving the way that I should. And yet in the night as I find myself drowsy I see it more clearly then ever before. The Lord is Good, please don't misunderstand what I say. But my thinking is off in so many ways that I can't find the good in my struggles. So I find myself reminding and winding around all of the usual cliche's: it will all work out in the end, God will never put upon these shoulders a load that I simply can't bear, I could use the time to grow...and the state that I'm in begins to show. It is revealed in the way that I face these battles, revealed in the apathy, quality, virtual animosity of my attitude and my desire. Or lack thereof.
This, this is the place where I see what I'm MADE OF, I can SEE just how Fragile I am. I can see the "cliche's" having saying them now are all truths that I thought I could somehow bend, but the truth can't be manipulated. So I'm left with NO EXCUSE!
Why oh why does it feel this hard? Why does it have to be this? It hurts and I struggle, is the end in sight here, oh God now I need you but you feel so far away! I know what you say, I know what your word says, and I know that there's hope in your arms. I heard what you did in Pauls life and Peters, and I know that your love endures. Oh how Gods love woos me, entices me with commitment and Grace...yet the fight for my life and my families lives, and my families, families...remains.
God, you are God in Heaven, seeing all beyond my words. You are all knowing, and loving, resolving and solving these things before I even think. You send Angels for waring, and friends for encouraging, sisters for loving and Pastors that heal. And I know you're real. You remind me that you're real.
So here, right here in this moment, I lay it all down again. Would you use every opportunity to help me to see who I am? Would you free me from all of these burdens, that would bend me 'till I'm broken? Come and break me where I'm hopeless, and then restore me so I'll grow. And all of these thoughts of me, who I would rather be, making me focus so solely on only me, take them away! I wanna be YOURS! ONLY YOURS! I WANNA BE FREE! I wanna be who you say you called me to be. I will follow you, and focus on your goal. Running and running I don't want to miss the only chance that I'll have to let go.