Come unto Me

Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. 

Is how Jesus taught us to pray. 

For if ye forgive men their trespasses, 

Your heavenly Father will also forgive you:

Forgiving others, is the first step to our healing.

To forgive, is not to be in denial.

It is to admit that something happened - 

Words that cut and damaged.

And give those words over to the Savior.

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, 

And I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; 

For I am meek and lowly in heart: 

And ye shall find rest unto your souls.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Hurtful words, labels, and pain from others,

Must be given to Jesus instead of internalized. 

Charity suffereth long, and is kind; 

And replaced with His perfect love.
And when these feelings have developed over
Years of heartache and hate,
Forgiveness may not be a one-time act,
But daily, we must choose to give our burdens
Back to our Savior...
At the feet of the cross.

He Stands in the Shadows

The wind rushes past me,
As the trees whisper in excitement.
The sun beams down its warmth and happiness,
As clouds grace the blue sky
Like pearls dotting the ocean floor.
I stop in an instant,
A heartbeat away from eternity.
As I stand in awe and wonder at this Incredible God we serve.
Who are we, that He should take notice of us?
That He should form our vapor-like lives out of the dust?
His love keeps us breathing,
His grace surrounds and overwhelms us.
He took on our form to minister unto us,
And yet He remains a Father looking over us,
And guides us ever in His paths.
He is law and order and mercy and love.
His ways are beyond our wildest dreams,
And eternity is too short for us to understand Him.
We blink and our lives are over,
Our lonely wanderings are but for a moment.
And yet He is there, in every instant, every heartbeat.
In the shadows of our lives.
Or the command post, if we let Him.
Allowing us to choose the direction of our sojourneying.
How can we become so haughty and puffed up?
How can we be so blind to His Goodness?
Why don't we trust Him more,
And follow His guidance into truth?
There is no fear when He is Lord.
There is no worry when He has control.
We fret and we anguish,
Our backs turned towards Him
Because we can't relinquish our control for a second
While He stands in the background offering us eternity.

Open Book

The thing about trusting is you can be hurt.
The thing about loving is you can be disappointed.
But the heart longs to trust and to love.
Only our Heavenly Father can satisfy those longings.
He will never break our trust or fail our love.

Maybe I'm a little naive to trust so much,
To love so easily.
Your words are smooth and so I believe.
Maybe I'm not as fast at processing the hidden meanings.
But at night, when I lay awake - your words haunt me.

God made me to feel deeply.
I feel the pain of your jabbing words
Cutting through my being.
But I also feel joy more deeply,
And laughter dissipates through my soul.

I'm an open book.
When you see me, it's real.
I don't hide things -
And if you care to look
You'll see my pain, my struggles, and my imperfections.

My life is pretty good, and I'm blessed beyond measure.
But I've never claimed to be perfect.
The good part is, I know I'm not.
And God is gracious.
He is working in my life and redeeming my failures for His glory.

So if you care to know me,
Pull up a chair, grab some tea or coffee.
Say a prayer with me, or for me.
Share with me like I share with you.
And please, don't lose your patience. <3