Lord, I want to sit with you and just exist in Your presence. |
Jan 4, 2011
You meet me in times of bitterness, anger, and hatred. In times where it's hardest for me and when it's hardest to love me. When I am so full of this disease of spite, it actually hurts. In the times that most people would turn away and be repulsed by my ugliness; you accept me at full. You hold my small quivering body and empty it of all the noise. I am a vessel of noisy voices until you come to calm my spirit and bring me peace. It's hard in the middle of my temper and brokenness to whisper "Abba, I belong to you," but it is what I must do. Tonight, even as I write this, I have distractions and my ugliness resurfaces. The ugliness that can be so hard to control; yet, you grab hold of it and say to me "I still love you and you are going to be okay." The simplest of words to put a stop to my logic and theologies. All the things that tell me I must make sense of the noise- You're simple words shake me awake. "Stop, I still love you and you are going to be okay."
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