views: a tool He uses (just one of them) to get us to stop. and see.
Monday
I started good intentions, well meaning
I knew in my mind the layout of my day
and rehearsed the words of last nights wisdom in my head.
"Focus on God, Rest in Him, Die in Him.
Lord today I trust in You, please guide me."
But words of knowledge are empty drums to His ears.
He knows our well polished words too well,
and waits in patient still love for the day to start,
all the while knowing that our 'right mindsets' and perfect words
won't be enough for the day ahead.
And so the rush begins,
I read a verse to sweep the days floor clean and then begin the daily drill:
Messages, the daily skim over schedule, friendly greetings and smiles are the norm.
Quick hugs, empty of feeling and deep conversations 5 minutes later forgotten.
Then, a thought I've long fought in my mind,
It finds me weak and unprepared on the battle field, when least expected.
As as though I've never learnt before, I fall into the old trap
and fight armourless and unaccompanied
on my own.
Tire comes easily,
And the thought takes over my mind
Before I realise I'm self consumed
and the thought has me puzzled and dazed
my identity feels lost in between
And still He sits
All knowing and strong
Armoured and capable in every area I am not.
Unphased by my proud and self-seeking will,
He sits with me
He walks with me
He leads me through the corridors of busy-ness
He stretches out to help
He even whispers words of love and encouragement when I need it the most.
But, all of who He is
All that He does
Every act of reaching out and guiding me
is passed and mislooked,
because my ears are deafened by todays problems,
my eyes are blinded by todays tasks,
my hands are filled with 'urgent' work
and my heart worried about life's incompleteness,
the things I don't understand?
Yet, He still whispers,
He still guides,
He still speaks,
He still breaths peace into my heart
still.
I carry the day on my own
Ploughing hard
because in this state of mind "My God needs me to"
Unaware of His capable strength, love
and the availability of it now.
And still He pursues and presses on,
with eyes, ears, heart only for me.
Determined that maybe in the next person,
the second flower passed,
the next conversation,
I will hear the love and grace He pours over me.
That I will see Him for who He is.
Strong in my weakness.
And so it is, that in the last hour of the day,
before I lie tired head to rest
I find Him,
As silent and talkative as He was the whole day
But this time my mind has time to hear Him, and the stillness of the night,
the dark night sky, is room enough for me to hear, see and understand.
And now I listen
a whole Monday
A whole day of life late,
yet a whole hour early before tuesday
Under the quiet breathing night view,
inbetween the still evening sounds
I see clearly again,
Not on my own but through the eyes, ears and heart He plants back into my tired soul.
In a minute of rest I understand the love with which He draws me near
And know again, without fear,
that in Him alone can I walk
Lord, don't stop your dance with me
Lead me again with Love and strength
Today begins in tonights surrender
in grace
everyday
over and over
I find the way.
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