Go a little deeper.
That's what you are saying.
It's the calling you have placed on my heart.
You gave me ten years to rest and heal.
You gave me time to learn and grow.
And now, you want me to go deeper.
Can I be honest?
I'm not sure I want to.
Not because I don't want to be in the deep.
Not because I don't want to grow more.
Not because I don't desire MORE.
It's just, if I'm honest, I'm scared.
I don't know what to expect.
We both know the unknown has always terrified me.
How do I move forward in faith, instead of fear.
I can hear you beckon me
I feel your Spirit moving in me, drawing me deeper.
I'm not sure I'm scared about drowning.
I'm not ever certain what I am actually afraid of.
I have been in the deeps with you.
When I thought it would hurt, when I thought you would wound, instead I found healing.
I found peace.
I found freedom.
I have tasted and seen that the Lord is good.
Time and time again, you have lavished love and grace in my life.
So why is it so easy to get distracted?
Why does the slightest wind shift my focus?
Why can't I just stay in the deep with you?
Why am I always swimming to shore?
Why can't I just stay put and let the waves shift and move me?
I don't want to give you control.
I guess when it comes down to it, I don't want to let it all go.
Surrender, you say.
But what about all the other things?
All the stuff that tells me it is more important?
Who will worry about those?
I know the truth.
Why can't I activate the faith I cling to?
Why does this feel so hard?
It feels too big, like I will never learn.
How long will I fight against this?
I want to change.
I want to die to myself.
And yet, at the heart of it, I realize just how much of myself I still love.
I want it to look the way I want it to look.
I want to give you my heart and also hold onto the parts of it that aren't yet yours.
That's the truth, isn't it?
Admitting that I want it to be all about me.
I want the accolades.
I want to be seen.
I want what you have called me to give.
That's at the heart of what I don't want to admit.
Humility is this intangible thing that feels too big to grasp.
And yet, I know it's required.
I have to die.
I have to be willing to let you excise the parts of my heart that no longer belong.
I am alive.
I am free.
I don't have to be consumed by this.
You remind me constantly of your love and grace.
Why do I long for it to be enough, yet walk through life as if it isn't?
I hate this about myself.
I don't want to be self-centered and vain.
I don't want to feel this way.
But I do.
So what now, God?
It feels like we are at an impasse, because I don't want to let it go.
I don't want to give up this last piece of myself, the piece that makes me me.
Even though me isn't worth much.
The me who wants to live is not healthy or safe or filled with your spirit.
Why is the battle against my own will so hard?
It's MY will.
I should be able to control this, shouldn't I?
I'm angry and I'm frustrated.
All of my insecurities rise to the surface and I don't know how to make them bow.
I don't know how to move past this.
And yet, you give me clarity.
You show up, on quiet drives to work.
You orchestrate worship that drives me to the foot of the Cross.
You remind me that you are bigger than all of my fears.
You love me, even this part of me I am trying so desperately to cling to.
You love even that girl.
The one who feels small and defeated.
The one who loves herself more than she should.
The one who knows the good she ought to do and doesn't do it.
Your grace.
Your mercy.
Your love.
Those are singing over me today as I wrestle with feelings of shame and anger and insecurity.
None of it matters.
In the grand scheme of things, I'm irrelevant.
Remind me when I forget.
Keep showing up.
Keep giving me your grace.
Keep showering your mercy upon me.
Keep lavishing this love I can't understand.
Bring me to my knees.
Give me courage to stay there, as long as it takes for you to make me clean.
Wash away anything that points to me.
Forgive me for making it about me and what I want.
Soothe my heart when it feels empty.
I know that you see me.
I know that you are the only one that matters.
Bring me back to that place where my heart was wholly about you.
To live, I must die.
I want to live.
Teach me to live.
Beautiful Psalm Jamie. The things we’re called to do in God’s Kingdom are easier said than done: surrender… humility… dying to self… childlike faith… trust… waiting… and then waiting some more. Thank you.
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