Just when I think I’ll be fine…
Things are going to be okay,
Life is going to settle down…
Something happens.
In my life “something� is usually not small;
It’s a right-down-to-the-wire MAJOR issue.
According to Erma Bombeck,
“Normal is a setting on the washing machine.�
So, really, normal is a relative term.
“Normal� for me seems to be “crisis-mode.�
I am learning, like Paul, to be content in
Whatever state I am in—calm or crisis.
But it remains for me to trust that
Christ strengthens me…
Because today I know I am weak,
Fainting with the uncertainty of tomorrow.
Still… not to think this time, but to pray,
Not to trust in false hope, but to hope in true faith.
I choose again
His life within me while I am crucified with Him,
Maybe this time I’ll really die to myself
…Maybe.
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The fresh fire of Your presence
Ever tries me, and purifies me.
The warm wind of Your Spirit
Comforts sorrow, restores tomorrow.
The sweet scent of Your mercy
Never ceases, ever increases.
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Lord, You are my source.
You lift me up.
You let me sing.
Lord, You are my life.
You are my Christ.
You are my King.
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With full faith I will trust You
Hope anew, more pleasing to You, Lord,
As deep down You keep working
Still to correct me and to perfect me.
The pure peace in Your will, God
All encloses, never imposes.
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The sole source of salvation—
Your blood flowing, triumphant knowing…
Your great grace poured out to me
Still renews me, flows on through me.
The whole world will adore You—
Only You, God, the only true God.
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Your holy love cannot be measured.
Enfolding us, You whisper Your truth—
That we are Your treasure.
The leaves crunch satisfactorily under my feet
As I plod steadily on in the chill wind,
Under the multihued grays in the sky overhead.
Fall moves forward in its relentless way
While I muse silently, slowly, ceaselessly…
Somehow, I want my mountains to move,
My crooked ways straight, my rough places smooth.
Some moments I am confident in my faith.
Some moments I tremble at the thought of tomorrow.
Some moments I wish the world could simply stop,
And let me catch my breath.
I cannot figure my way out or around or through.
I can only trod resolutely and blindly forward like Fall.
Every moment holds its own joy, its own grief, and
An unexplained fulfillment, a knowing that I can walk on
Through the demise of my little world surrounding me,
The restructuring of all I hold dear to my heart.
Each step brings its own inward satisfaction.
When the wind swirls wildly around me, and
The leaves fly uncontrollably chaotic,
Something in me still stands solidly
Reveling in the wildness of the turmoil,
Firmly rooted in His purposes.
In an odd way, I love the melancholy clouds overhead.
They transform the sky into a moving canvas
Painting itself into different images moment by moment.
So, I stand, staring upwards in awe and remember
The Master Painter designs in the skies,
And in my own heart as well.
I turn my attention earthward and trudge on knowing
It is Creator’s plan, ultimately for His glory,
That, regardless of cost or difficulty, I travel trustingly
Toward whatever goal He sets.