all I need is You

I asked You teach me humility- I tasted humble pie again today.

I asked You to teach me to rely upon You more- you showed me the inconsistency of man.

All I need is You...

The final frontier- Lord you be Lord.

it's not about me

You think you've learned that lesson- it's not about who you are and what you can do but about God and his total amazingness. But you forget.

And God, kind forgiving person he is, gently reminds.

What can you say when you interpreted signs wrongly, got the diagnosis wrong and still be looked upon favourably?

Only by Your grace.

"Not because of what I've done, but because of who You are. "

a part of me

wants to ask why why why... why why why???

a part of me wants to curl up in a ball and just not face it.

a part of me wants to believe i can do it.

the rest of me says i can't.

"Whoever who calls me Lord Lord and does not do what I tell them to does not belong to me."

Father... help...

Counting days.

Counting the days.

They say temporary magnets lose their magnetism when the permanent magnet who magnetised them disappears from view.

Slice slice slice...
goes the hurtful blade of my imagination...

I keep bleeding.
And you bleed in consequence.

Winter. Beautiful. Mind-numbingly cold. Frostbite hurts. Father won't you make spring come faster?

temporary home

did i tell you that this is one of my favourite songs? Brought me to tears...

"This is my temporary home
it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms, where I'm just passing through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know
This is my temporary home"
~Temporary Home, Carrie Underwood~

Poignant on so many levels.

101th post

I didn't even realise it's been so long...

Just a reminder to myself if I come back aeons later to read my reflections- cell talked about Peter and his struggles today... Dorothy said something which really hit home- you know the verse "your word is a light unto a feet, and a lamp unto my path"? Since the light is at the feet, only when the feet start to move, can the path ahead be lighted up. So trust. And then move. Thought-provoking.

Days of stress and exams are beckoning. Father, I am afraid. Teach me to be a 'gentle, quiet spirit', waiting upon you.

I recall the days of feeling lost, and resolve to be independent.