Please God, I know your miracles, and I see your blessings in the lives of those I love, even those who remain distant from you.
Please God, hear my sincere prayers. Please God, save them, deliver them from their struggles. Let rain your blessings.
I do not believe there is punishment in the Kingdom of Heaven. No, there is only change, and change, though we do not always like it, is the greatest evidence of God's design.
God, please deliver those I love from the evil of their own imperfections. Please God, protect them from the sins of others, from selfish intentions and honest mistakes. Please God, forgive them on my grace, because they do not know you, and it is not their fault. Please God, be a Father to them as You are to me, because that is my humble request. Show them Your unconditional love. Save them.
Welcome to an intimate journey into the divine. Here are whimsical and ofttimes sporadic thoughts on God, for my wellbeing and for yours....
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Confessions IV
God, it is all so hard, you make me want to hide in your walls, under your bench, and never crawl out again.
I am burying myself in your fields, Lord.
It isn't healthy to smother ourselves, but sometimes that's all we can do. Sitting still is too painful, and when we are still, we feel all of the motion inside of us, the unending surges of grief and hope, of longing and despair, frustration as we try to understand ourselves and why we feel like we are drowning.
But we are drowning with You, Lord. You made this ocean.
Oh Lord of my Heart -- why bring me to my knees when I am already upon them in prayer?
I am burying myself in your fields, Lord.
It isn't healthy to smother ourselves, but sometimes that's all we can do. Sitting still is too painful, and when we are still, we feel all of the motion inside of us, the unending surges of grief and hope, of longing and despair, frustration as we try to understand ourselves and why we feel like we are drowning.
But we are drowning with You, Lord. You made this ocean.
Oh Lord of my Heart -- why bring me to my knees when I am already upon them in prayer?
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