Hello my dear friend. Here I am again, sitting at your feet ashamed, turning my face from you, trying to hide. You know my struggles, you know my weakness. I continue to hurt myself in not bringing glory to your name, so I hide. I run away I cant get away from your look fast enough. You pierce my very soul. It is like loving someone but not telling your heart about it. Like keeping a secret from the other half of your body. Impossible and insane but yet still I try. In my weakness, in my self-loathing, in my disgust and my sickness, there you are. There are your hands once again reaching out to hold me, to pick me up to brush away the tears and the pain. Lord here I am at your feet wanting with all that is in me to be different. I am here laying myself bare saying take what you will Father and leave the rest behind. Lets walk into this new season as exactly that, new. Nothing holding me back, nothing holding me down. Freedom in this heart, for this day, this hour, this year. Lord that I may not look at the ground on which I walk but faithfully look straight into your eyes and trust that my path is before me. I am like the lady who looks back and is turned to sand. But by your grace my substance remains. Father help me to let the past be in the past and to walk separately from my mistakes, my pains, my insecurities. That they would not have a hold over me that I cannot break. That they would not blind me from the potential you have stored up in me. Father I look at this past, all these ruins, these messages of pain, the stories untold, the secrets locked away, and I turn my back on this, not forgetting, not locking away forever, but free to run forward, free to jump into your arms and clasp on to the truth you hold for me there. I am done with walking out of the winter and looking toward the springtime. Lord I want to be in the springtime, I have been walking for a long time.
These scars tell stories and they arent going anywhere, but lord I pray that they would be just that, scars. No longer open wounds that bring me back, reeling in pain. Lord I speak release over my own life to live. No longer a captive to the pain inside or the weaknesses that make me who I am. I claim those weaknesses as bits of beauty you have placed in my heart to be complimented by others, friends, family, and above all, you. I understand so much better now, that you are the strength in my weakness. Lord that you would overpower the enemies inside me, the lies I cannot escape, the ones soo rooted I dont know how to dig them out.
Father I look to you. You are all I have. You are all I want. Help me
