Tuesday, July 31, 2018 (7:07 a.m. MDT)
Questa, New Mexico
Blessed, Holy God,
Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. You are working in me in so many different ways. And I am grateful. Yes, Blessed God. I am so incredibly grateful.
My brain is wanting to go off in so many directions right now. Exploring the differences between what I am and what I may or may not feel at any given moment.
Thank You Father that I am Yours. Yours to do with as You will. Mm, yes. Most blessed God and Father, teach me more about following Your will.
How I love reading Your Word with an eager [agog] heart. The more I study the more I want to know.
Psalm 40:8 has my attention right now. As does 143:10. Illustrated Bible Handbook’s brief summaries describe “Psalm 40. Remembrance of salvation (1-5) leads to willing commitment to God (6-10) and an appeal to God for support (11-17).”
Here I find myself saying, “Yes. Yes. Yes.” It is absolutely You I need to enable me to continue Your good fight. The constant struggle of recognizing who and what and all I am in You and the things I feel at any given moment of any given day.
“Feelings aren’t facts!” This is a truth of which I must constantly be reminded. YOU are real. Truth. Indisputable. My feelings come and go. Seemingly changing with the wind.
“Psalm 143. A cry for deliverance and guidance.”
Oh snap! I didn’t see this coming. Tears!
Father, I am currently living in the presence of true joyfulness. A woman who has always been prone to easy laughter. Even when, much like the apostle Paul, circumstances were far less than ideal. What a perfect example You are providing me.
My cry right now is absolutely one of deliverance and guidance! My inherent nature is far more reserved. I don’t know if I am battling genetics or upbringing. Nature versus nurture. I do know that nothing is impossible with You (Luke 1:37).
So here I am. Again. Desperately seeking Your will for me. Do all You must in changing me into the joyful woman You would have me be. AGOG [en ‘in’ + gogue ‘’fun’].
As the unexpected tears continue falling freely, Father I ask You to PLEASE make me joyful. I know this to be Your will. Your Word says it again and again.
The more I seek, the more I find.
Psalm 68:2c-3, “Let the wicked perish in the presence of God. But let the godly rejoice [be joyful]. Let them be glad in God’s presence. Let them be filled with joy.” Please. Yes, PLEASE!
Romans 12:12, “Be glad [joyful in hope] for all God is planning for you. Be patient in trouble, and always be prayerful.”
1 Thessalonians 5:16, “Always be joyful.”
I can’t stand it Father. Truly. The tears won’t stop. I KNOW this to be Your will! These tears have absolutely nothing to do with an end of another trip. No. They are representative of an end to a lifetime of moroseness.
This is not something I can do for myself. You HAVE to do for me all of which I am unable.
I love You Father. More than anything I know I want to be joyful.
Psalm 143:10 tells us, “Teach me to do Your will [be joyful], for You are my God. May Your gracious Spirit lead me forward on a firm footing.”
Blessed, Holy God, lead me. Guide me. Teach me. Show me. Do all You must to make me joyful. This I pray in Your Son’s MOST Holy name. Thank You. I love You. Amen.
(624 words ~ 9:15 a.m. MDT)
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