Slow

Lord let me let you love me slow. Sometimes I think about how slowly the world wakes up. The contrast between alarm clocks and bright lights and the twittering birds and slow lighting of the sky. It takes an hour for the sun to rise and to set. It’s a reminder to me that You are not in a hurry. Neither are you in a hurry for me to become perfect. You are content to commune with me in my brokenness. You seek intimacy with me rather than perfection from me. So let me embrace the slow knowing, the gentle turning, of my broken spirit to Your wholeness.

Place of Grace

Lord help me embrace the open space that feels unknown in this place of grace. To trust You is to accept the not-knowing. And when I do that, I receive the gift of thankfulness in the present moment. The un-knowing binds me to You, because I must know something, and if it’s not what to do and how to do it and what the future holds, then it is You. I know You. You are my safety. You are my future. You are wisdom. You are comfort. All is wrapped up in You, which allows me to be present. I can be in this moment, because I know You will be with me in the rest of the moments as they come. This is grace! This is freedom. This is the gift of not worrying. I’m sorry I have been slow to surrender. I have tried to place myself in judgement over You. How ridiculous I must look, but You persist in seeking intimacy with me. Thank You.

” ‘He who glories let him glory in the Lord.’ And I, brethren, when I came to you, did not come with excellence of speech or of wisdom declaring to you the testimony of God. For I determined not to know anything among you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified. I was with you in weakness, in fear, and in much trembling. And my speech and my preaching were not with persuasive words of human wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that your faith should not be in the wisdom of men but in the power of God.” -1 Corinthians 1:31b-2:5

 

My Favorite Subject

I think it’s only fair to begin by saying I am not a writer. I am a sinner saved by grace. Sometimes that grace overflows into my journal, and I feel the desire to share these moments of grace. If God’s gift of words to me can be a gift to you as well, it will bring a smile to my face.

At my MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group a month or two ago, our table conversation included answering this question: what could you talk about for thirty minutes without preparation? My answer: my relationship with God. His work in my life rises above my other experiences, and I find myself excited to share who He is and how He engages with me. He is my favorite Subject.

[Grace] is the power of God available to meet all your needs. — Joyce Meyer