Bringing the plight of someone to light, Whether brother or sister or stranger, Doesn’t mean we are saying that everyone else is all alright. It simply means we are caring for one who is suffering or in danger.
Pain is not a competition, Nor is comparing it particularly helpful. In fact, comparing it gives the enemy more ammunition, And creates a vicious cycle if we are not careful.
God created us with emotions and feeling. He is not intimidated by our inner turmoil or outer weeping. Lamenting is not the opposite of believing, If anything, it only means that we are more fully seeing.
He is near to the brokenhearted and crushed in spirit. And if we are following Him closely, Being among the hurting will be more than a short visit. He did not call us out of death to live for our comfort only.
The cost of our own comfort or semblance thereof can be high, It sometimes means further wounding those already hurting deeply inside. But that truth is easy to ignore if you drown out their cry, And live according to the desires of your foolish, selfish pride.
That pride seeks every way to devour, But the Lord calls us to humble ourselves and be patient, To grow in His love and to trust in His power, Not to be self-absorbed, apathetic, and complacent.
Our Savior we claim to follow was no stranger to affliction. He humbled Himself too and became the Lamb on the altar. He forgave even those who conducted His crucifixion. And by His blood, He reconciled us with the Father.
And if we belong to Him, then we also belong to each other. For He did not give us life to live on our own in isolation. We are strangers brought together to be sisters and brothers, A family united in Christ, who is the firm foundation.
This family is not just a community for good times, We are to share one another’s burdens and serve each other. Any group of broken people inevitably gets messy sometimes, But we are still better off together.
We are children of the Light, lamps made to illuminate the night. We cannot leave hurt or injustice in the dark, concealed. Our wounds and our sins must be brought out into the Light, For only when we are vulnerable together, can we truly be healed.
Let us build up and encourage those we encounter, And point to the Light of the world, Hope that is forever. Remember we are sons and daughters of Him who has the power, Through Him, we can learn to reconcile and love each other better.
For a moment I am in this moment, One moment following another and another moment. Too many moments on my mind and I become stressed, But with so many unknowns and so much to do, how can I rest?
In the noise of the day, He still calls me to come and be – Here, in this moment, for a moment, to taste and see. Not to worry about what has been or what will come, But to rest and remember where my hope comes from.
Be still and be in His presence. To be in awe of His love and omnipresence. For though He is outside of time and I am bound by it for now, He chooses to meet me here in this moment somehow.
With His grace that abounds, He covers me, For this moment and all of my moments that will be. And though my mind inevitably wanders and goes astray, He doesn’t leave me but faithfully, He stays.
In this moment He tells me to just be still, To listen attentively and learn of His will. In my doubts He reassures me, That He is sufficient and in Him I’m free.
And as one moment with Him turns to another, My anxiety begins to lose its great, overwhelming power. He reminds me that these moments will someday be a memory, And I will be with Him for all of eternity.
All the moments of this life together do indeed overwhelm me, But that is not all there is to this story. This life shall last but for a moment and that moment is short, But I will cherish it each day until He welcomes me to His courts.
Until that day, He is with me for this moment, And for the next moment and every other moment. Too many moments on my mind and I become stressed, But by His grace and power, I can rest.
He beacons me to come to Him in prayer, But so often I am lackadaisical. Sometimes I’m tired and sometimes I just don’t feel Him near, Sometimes I’m too paralyzed by my pride and my fear.
And what words can I bring and say to the Word? Before I’ve spoken, He has already heard. And He knows the true motivations of every thought, Even the words that come from a place of spiritual rot.
Sometimes it seems I have too many, And other times, I don’t have any. Sometimes I mean them with all my being, And other times they are just words my lips are speaking.
There are some words I can barely articulate, They feel like a burden of crushing weight. Others feel like I’m just saying what is expected, Even though I feel quite disconnected.
But thank God almighty that He understands what He hears, Even when I have nothing but uncontrollable tears. He hears the words that my lips do carry, As well as the ones I seek to hide and bury.
And if I’m honest, that gratitude is often combined with a bit of dread, For He knows all I’ve said and all that I’ve left unsaid. Yet somehow though He fully knows me, He still loves me. And beacons me each day to taste and see.
He is patient and kind with me and my attempts at prayer, My brokenness is never too much for Him to bear. He is teaching me what it means to pray without ceasing, As long as this heart in my chest keeps beating.
I do not know what to pray for as I ought to, But the Spirit intercedes and follows through. I am broken and I am weak, But by the Spirit, still I shall speak.
In the beginning, God created and saw it was good,
Creating through His word, like only He could.
All of creation is testament to His artistry,
Even in the darkness, His creativity shines brilliantly.
He made everything from the magnificent starry night sky,
Where every massive star looks like a shiny pin way up high,
To the largest whale in the sea and the tiniest insect on the ground,
From every grain of sand to every molecular compound.
He formed the whole world and He formed me,
He knit me together in secrecy, carefully and intricately.
My frame was not hidden as He knit every organ and limb,
Even the number of hairs on my head is known to Him!
Even before I ever took a breath,
He knew me and saw my mortal days from birth to death,
He also sees me on that glorious day,
When all is made new and the old has passed away.
Sometimes I feel like a hopeless case,
And some days, even just a waste of breath and space.
But out of His grace and mercy, He still calls me His workmanship,
And beacons me to live with Him in relationship and fellowship.
And in this earthly life,
There will be pain and strife.
And even when the chaos of life refuses to cease,
He is working in the mess to make a masterpiece.
I am clay in the hands of the skillful Potter,
Being carefully molded as His beloved daughter.
He shapes this lump of clay not on some whim,
But rather with a plan, so that even dust may glorify Him.
Sometimes works in progress look like something gone awry,
But a caterpillar must first become a chrysalis to become a butterfly.
The most elaborate embroidery, pleasing to the eye,
Has a messy, tangled, abstract underside.
God was not and is not afraid of my life’s complexity,
What is overwhelming to me is still subject to His sovereignty.
My past, present, and future self are fully known and fully loved,
For He called me out of sin and shame, and calls me His beloved.
For all who are in Christ, a new creation has come-
Out of death, true life now flows from!
Not because of what I have done, but because of His grace,
I will not be abandoned nor sent to my deserved fate.
Oh Lord, create in me a clean heart!
Have mercy and remove my sins and spiritual rot.
Transform my crimson-stained attire,
And change my evil and selfish desires.
Oh Lord, You are the author of my story,
Let each word shout of Your great glory!
And help me to remember that what I now see,
Is merely a cropped image of what You are doing in me.
Oh Lord, weave together both the dark and light strands,
To create some beautiful tapestry, the work of Your hands.
Stitch me into your family of diverse believers,
Into a quilt more beautiful than myself or any individuals.
And when all I see is what I wish I could be,
Help me remember that You began a good work in me,
You will not abandon nor give up in frustration,
You entered my mess and will bring me to completion.