Longing

I want to sit still
and listen;
teach me what is true.
Remove from me
all that stands against
the wisdom of God.
Take away every hindrance
every disabling foe
every corrupting passion.
Father, purify my heart
strengthen my spirit
within me.

Many things tempt and distract
keep me Lord,
Keep me.
Father hold me fast,
and teach me.

She asked: "What does it look like?"
(this thing you long for).
It's the knife being taken out of the sheath,
the instrument from it's case
the book from off the shelf.
I long to be used,
for the purpose I was made.

I (like Paul) want to lay hold of that,
for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
I crave this.
The stifled longing makes my heart ache.
"I teeter between ambivalence and trusting God's timing."
The former seems less painful (to be honest)
but the later, is called faith.
Does faith hurt?
When hope flickers
at the winds of time,
yes.
But when I lean in,
and hear the voice of my beloved,
I can wait.
I'm refreshed.
So I lean.
Come Lord.
Refresh my soul
speak to me.

Fear not for I am with you
where ever you go.
I will guide you
and help you with my righteous right hand.

Put your fears to rest in the sea of my provision.

I longed to sit in your presence.
Thank you for steeling me away
to a quiet place
to be alone with you.

Don't be frightened in any way by those who oppose you.
This is a sign to them that they will be destroyed,
but that you will be saved
and that by God.
For it has been granted to you on be half of Christ
not only to believe on him,
but also to suffer for him.

Art, teaching, writing, praying, helping, crying, and worshiping
are the salve to heal
both you, and others.