Transformation happens close to home; open the door

I’m not who I used to be…
I didn’t think You could make
transformations like this
happen so close to home.
But where did I think such
miracles would take place
if not among those You love?

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Can grief agree with me?

I thought You had
to save the day
or I would die.
Even if my body didn’t
crumble under the grief
of what I’m going through,
I was sure my heart
would faint.
I am not built for disappointments
or standoffs with evil,
but here You have me.
As my Savior,
You weren’t built for these things
either,
and yet You selflessly
share them with me
everyday,
as long as it takes
for Your redemption
to be made complete
in every secret place
within my heart.

Show me how Love saves the day

Do I really need to make it out
of what I’m going through
as quickly as possible?
Is salvation only as big
as getting my prayer
answered right away?
I should think
that if
Your hand is with me
and Your heart enlarges me
while You fight for me
in trenches
where I can’t win,
this might be exactly
what amounts to You
saving the day.
Isn’t my life bigger than what happens to me
and what I feel…
isn’t it all really about
You
coming close
to me
every day
to show me
what Love
looks like?

What can hold back Your light, Lord?

You let me live in darkness
that searches
and sifts my soul,
yet is there any possibility that
its taunts
could ever succeed
in holding back Your light?
I struggle in a fight
that reveals the weakness of
my greatest strength,
but can my struggles
obscure, for a moment,
Your strength?
Must I leave my eyes
upon the shattered remains
of my ability,
when nourishment waits for me
in the winsome
contemplation of Your Love’s
control of me?