{It’s taken me years to say out loud that I am a writer. This is a giant leap for me.}
“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.” {Psalm 19:14}
Ohh Lord. Take away my want to be made much of.
This – this I want instead.
I want to be upside down. To be low, to lift You high.
I want to recount redemption in the hard places. To share humility in my sin, to shout joy over Your amazing grace.
To tell my children about this life we lead. To tell of the blessings overflowed from a Father who loves us well, a Good Shepherd who carries His lambs close to His heart, right there in His arms.
To speak the truth.
These words teased out of my heart, poured out of my pen, they don’t come easy. Words born of fear, of worry, of grief, of joy. Of grace. It’s live birth, chaotic and fluid, and my pulse beats rapid at their introduction to the world. I pray they are, at best, a broken, messy mirror of Your love everlasting that I may reflect in the Sonlight heavenward, in the glory of Your mercy and grace. Give me all gratitude for the moment to shine You.
I am not my own.
Amen.
~M.
{I am a member of 2 {in}courage community groups, and in the Story Circle, we were challenged to write this … }
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