What I really want
"I have come to realize that my own identity is not black-and-white; I am not easy to categorize. And if I choose to ignore the gray areas of life, I choose to ignore reality and, more important, the truth of who I am."
-Paul Meany
What do I want? What do I really want? What makes my heart come alive? No really...what makes my heart soar and tears brim my eyes when I really live it out? I don't know. I havn't ever really taken the time to examine my own heart. Sure, I've examined my will, my intentions, my mind, my action....but my heart? No. Not for a very long time, if ever.
Lord God, open my heart. Quiet my soul so that I can hear your soft voice tenderelly whispers to my heart, wooing me to yourself. So easily distracted am I from the life I was meant to live, chasing after lovers less wild than yourself. Oh God, I minimize you, I humanize you, I make you into a cheap cliche', and I do all this without even realizing it! I'm so sorry Lord Jesus, I'm so sorry Lord, thank you that the cross covers these iniquities perfectly. Lord, help me to examine my heart. No...reveal the desires of my heart and nurture them, as you are now. I long to live the life you have for me. Not one that I somehow tried to conjure up myself, these are all vain attempts. Like Paul Meany said, I have grey areas of my life, or I like to think of them as every color of the rainbow, all beautiful and unique but at the same time very hard to put into any category. I praise you Lord because I'm like you in this way. Thank you that I was made in your image. Wow. I was made in the image of God. Hmmm, teach me more about this Lord, I don't really get it, but oh how I want to. Thank you Lord that you are a poet. Thank you that you've make me one. Thank you Abba for instilling in me a poet's soul. Oh Lord, show me in your timing what your will is for my life. Your perfect and pleasing will. Hmmm, my heart is happy. :) You are beautiful Lord Jesus, lover of my soul, creator of the universe.
Lord God, open my heart. Quiet my soul so that I can hear your soft voice tenderelly whispers to my heart, wooing me to yourself. So easily distracted am I from the life I was meant to live, chasing after lovers less wild than yourself. Oh God, I minimize you, I humanize you, I make you into a cheap cliche', and I do all this without even realizing it! I'm so sorry Lord Jesus, I'm so sorry Lord, thank you that the cross covers these iniquities perfectly. Lord, help me to examine my heart. No...reveal the desires of my heart and nurture them, as you are now. I long to live the life you have for me. Not one that I somehow tried to conjure up myself, these are all vain attempts. Like Paul Meany said, I have grey areas of my life, or I like to think of them as every color of the rainbow, all beautiful and unique but at the same time very hard to put into any category. I praise you Lord because I'm like you in this way. Thank you that I was made in your image. Wow. I was made in the image of God. Hmmm, teach me more about this Lord, I don't really get it, but oh how I want to. Thank you Lord that you are a poet. Thank you that you've make me one. Thank you Abba for instilling in me a poet's soul. Oh Lord, show me in your timing what your will is for my life. Your perfect and pleasing will. Hmmm, my heart is happy. :) You are beautiful Lord Jesus, lover of my soul, creator of the universe.
Love from your daughter,
Whitney Elizabeth
posted by Whitney at 9:31 PM
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