The sound of silence and letting it be

I’m so tired of talking-

of trying to control, manipulate, convince, clammer, prove, and get it right.

Not only with the world, but with, The Lord.

I’m tired of trying to grasp the things that are already grasping me; tired of holding on, like my grip is the only thing keeping it together.


I’m ready to let go- to release my death grip on life: the now and my future.

Tired trying to control and constrict; manipulate and maneuver, I want to let it be and let me be, along with it.


I want to be still.

I want to be silent.

And remain there. 


I want to behold the touch and stare of my Beloveds, letting silence speak louder than words…. let our souls do the talking, communing deeper than mere words could ever penetrate.

I want to speak only when my speaking adds something beautiful to the silence- to this world or another heart.

Yes, more.

I want more of this:


More silence, less talking.

More listening, less convincing.

More stillness, less striving.

More being, less doing.


I am ready and I am willing…

to delve the depths of contemplative prayer- not just in my devotional time, but with my life.

Contemplative Prayer goes deeper.

There are times when we speak, weep, groan and shout. But there are also times, when we simply sit in silence and are held by our Beloved…

He reveals to us what God is like with flesh on.

-Book of Common Prayer : Marks of New Monasticism 


I feel content to be; no need to hurry or rush, to plan ahead or prepare- for now or my future.

No desire to set goals, personally or professionally; in my marriage or family. There are no flags waving- red or white– staring me in the face, needing attention.

I have no qualms leaving the space between silent- unmotivated to fill it with my words and thoughts and ideas.

I just want to leave it- to let it unfold with the natural rhythms of life.

Instead, I want to be in it, to experience it and feel it; to savour it, un-muddled by manipulation or expectation.


Recently, we celebrated six years of marriage- and a decade of life together, as a couple. More than any other man or friend, I have given Him my passage of time…..

It’s funny how we can remember the past as if it were yesterday; every detail sharp and etched in stone: the pain, the heartbreak, the baggage we’ve since carried with us. And yet, that moment- that relationship- as compared to the 3650 days I’ve shared with Him, is nothing but a blink: a blip on the map of my pilgrimage journey.


As we sat at the top of a rock cliff, looking out, I realized: I’m ready to leave it all behind. I’m no longer looking back; only forward- with hope, excitement and anticipation.

Through force and anger and suffering, we stopped. We remade our life from the inside out. It took three years, but we did it: the hard work of healing, rebuilding and laying entirely new foundation.

And in the last year, we’ve walked that out- applied the lessons and convictions, we nurtured in that season. We put our money where our mouth is…

and it’s worked.

We’re here:

No longer in the thick of it, we’ve ascended the mountain, seen the peak and trail blazed our way back down. Now we’re leaving the forest through the trees.


What’s I see now, is a beach: a break, a breather; a moment to bask in the sun of our hard-earned sweat and glory.

Don’t be fooled, it was a fight: the hardest battle we’ve ever fought. But the war is over- at least for now.

Now, it’s time to retreat.- to return home to our people and place and just be, with them. To refill and rejuvenate and rest in the arms of love…. and linger there. To give thanks for all thats been and all we’ve come to be, through it. 


It’s no wonder my husband and I long to reinvest: in friendship, in community, in extended time with family. 

Where we once pulled back from these (in order to protect and focus our efforts on healing), we now feel the need to retreat from the battle grounds- abandon the places we waged war and found solice in the thick of it: research, reading, healing programs, social media, writing and justice work. 

Our hearts longs to be at rest and remain there for a period of time.


As we waded in the water, I felt compelled to jump in- to get wet, clothes and all; no longer care about proper or order or what other people may think. And so I did…

I lay there, fully clothed, fully submerged, allowing the ocean waves to take me away.


I didn’t fight it.

I embraced it:

My fear replaced by trust; my innocence returned. 

Then Dave joined me, plastic wine glasses in hand. We found a rock mid- ocean and sat there staring out, half submerged in water.


No need for words, our hearts did the talking.

We cheersed, he kissed me and all was well with my soul.




When God shows up at ER

I spent last night in the ER. I did a number to my finger. Needless to say, I didn’t want to be there.

It wasn’t how I envisioned my evening. I had planned to hunker down with “Call the Midwife,” a glass of vino and build IKEA furniture for my elderly neighbour.

Now I was here, in the Rapid Assessment Zone.

My Doctor has told me ample times to avoid walk ins and ER’s at all cost. Ive heard his horror stories about bad docs, wrong diagnosis’ and botched surgeries- so, I prayed continuously to ease the anxiety:

Get me in quick. Give me the best doctor possible. Give them full knowledge of the issue and how best to proceed.” Simple and to the point, but It gave me peace.

A young ER doc walked in. He was cold but did the job. At one point, he admitted he couldn’t see the full extent of the damage and wanted a second opinion, but no specialist was available. Neither was the one on call. So, I prayed again:

Give him discernment, Lord – tell him what to do.

He made an executive decision and went with it. I felt peace.

“I’ll give you the number of a specialist to follow up with in a few days. Be right back.”

Then he returned.

“Did you say your GP’s name is this?”

“Yes,” I replied. He grinned large…

“Oh, just go see him! He’ll know what to do. He specializes in practically everything.”

I felt relief. And then he added:

“And he trained me! I graduated under him.”

I laughed out loud… Of course he did!! Three cities away, in the middle of the burbs and my city-dwelling doctor gave this guy his stamp of approval- quite literally. God clearly has a sense of humour.

We shared a good laugh and I had him write his name on a piece of paper. I knew My doctor would want to know who stitched me up.

I might be biased, but I trust no one like my own doctor. He has years of training and he runs a department of a large city hospital- plus he trains other doctors. He’s legit. So when I’m out of his care, I worry. And believe me, I have reason to…. I’ve been the bad case study and the one who slipped through the cracks. I couldn’t have my doctor, but God gave me second best. Plus I was in and out of ER in under 2.25 hours.. their average is 5!

A glass water bottle is the culprit. It shattered in my hand and got down to my bone. I cut an artery and nicked a nerve. Needless to say, it was a blood bath and my two year old, bore witness. It’s wasn’t pretty.

I’m grateful for community who came running. My nurse Neighbour examined me and my girlfriend played house while I was gone. She even cleaned the murder scene!

The full extent of damage is not known yet. I won’t know for at least a few days. I would love your prayers though: for nerve growth, for full recovery of functionality and speedy healing.



When you’re Struggling to Care about What’s Happening in Iraq

The honest truth is, I felt numb to what their now calling a “Christian Genocide.”

I cannot even comprehend such suffering in my wrapped up pretty, over privileged North American Life. But while my mind can’t fathom the horror, my heart has less than stirred for my Christian Brothers and Sisters in Crisis. Why? I won’t go on a “cushioned life” tangent, but simply put, because I feel so far removed.


I’ve felt shame these past weeks; disgust with myself and the fact that my heart wasn’t breaking nor did I seem to really care. And so I kept quiet. Bound by the lies that I’m a joke of a Christian. That I don’t deserve to even call myself one. I’m a fraud. A sham.

…The perfect stomping grounds for the one who comes to lie, cheat, steal and destroy.

“Don’t even pretend you care by chiming in or share anything on social media! Don’t talk about it with others. That’s being a hypocrite!”

And so I didn’t. I’ve stayed quiet, for weeks; mute both inwardly and otwardly, afraid to even admit the truth to my Father.

I’ve watched from the sidelines as friends and mentors have shared updates, prayers and pleas for those suffering the unthinkable.

And then last night, God did what he always seems to resort to when this stubborn legalist can’t seem to remember what grace is.

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I stumbled upon a video. The man shook and cried,

“There are people dying and no one seems to care! There is no help. There is no aid. How can we simply stand back and watch a genocide occur?! Please do something. Anything that you can. Pray!”

He pleaded with the camera and within seconds I felt the two-by-four of power overcome me. The Holy Spirit moved me to pray, words I hadn’t dared to utter until now.

“Lord, I don’t care. I want to but I don’t! I feel so awful even admitting that to you, but worse, pretending that you don’t already know! If anything is going to change, it needs to be you. Oh please Lord, change my heart. Give me the capacity to love like you do and move in me, so that the things that break yours pierce mine.”

I sat back, felt nothing and waited.

Because that’s the thing with our Father. When we come to him in sincerety, when we’re honest and confess, he is faithful to forgive us and slap the guilt right gone from us. And when we pray, in the vine for his will, does he surely not listen and answer?! Of course.

… in his time and his ways.  So I simply waited, trusting that he would do in me, what only he could do.


This morning I woke to this article and knew it was my answered prayer:  5 Things we can do right now, that will ACTUALLY help our brothers and sisters.

As I read, my heart beat fast and I could hardly finish before starting to pray… before wanting to share the article… before jumping to speak up using the gift of words he’s given me.

My heart change!

Yes he is capable of far more than we can ever ask or imagine. What is impossible with man is possible with God… even when it comes to renovations of the heart!


So while I cringe writing this, afraid of what you might think of me – That you might look down on me and think I’m less of a person; Less of a Christian- deep down, I wonder …. if sharing my truth is freeing to even one person, bound by the same guilt that I’ve felt.

That somewhere, you’re looking for a nudge – the permission to confess your numbness and move beyond silence to taking a stand.

This is it. You’re not a bad Christian. You are not unworthy to speak or to pray. Go to your Father who loves you. Seek and you will find!


Praying with you, my friend, for hearts that desire to cry out for our Christian Brothers and Sisters.

The Good Girl Complex

For years, I hated the word sin.

I cringed at the sound of it, hated the way it looked, despised how often Christians used it and doubted what it meant – or what I thought it meant, anyway.

Like many of us, I truly believed I was a good person. I wasn’t a murderer. I didn’t steal. I believed in God. I wanted to leave the world a better place. I tried to do the right thing. I encouraged and loved others. The list goes on.

But I didn’t truly understand my need for Jesus or why he had to die on a cross for me, personally.

God first began to open my eyes, when in preaching, my Pastor explained the word sin in a way I’d never heard before. He shared that sin is another way of saying “missed the mark” or “falling short of expectations.” He explained that just as children disobey their parents or do things they know they shouldn’t, we do the same to God, ultimately disappointing him.

It hit me. I remembered “the disappointment face” from my mother growing up. I would have rather made her angry than have her disappointed in me! I’d feel guilty immediately and most times, find myself begging for forgiveness. More than when she dawned the angry face, I knew I’d messed up when she would look at me and say, “I’m dissapointed in you.” What she really meant was, I had let her down.


Our sin and the manner in which God deals with us is no different. He loves us as our Father! He wants to see us succeed in life, walk boldly in the path he’s set before us, be joyful and ultimately, know we are deeply loved. And whether we like it or not, protest or embrace it, he knows better! His ways are higher.


I had it all backwards. I had allowed my childhood view of God, as a domineering, scary head in the sky,  to cloud my understanding of sin and my need for repentance. Sin did not make me unworthy of knowing God’s. [He can’t help himself from loving us!]  It didn’t lessen me to some filthy disgrace beyond embracing. [By God’s grace alone we are accepted, right where we are.] But it does put me in right alignment with God and others!

To often, we compare ourselves to other people.  We think that if we study God’s word longer each morning than Sally, if we pray more eloquently and louder than Barb publicly and we help the homeless every other sunday, than we’re good people. We deceive ourselves into thinking our “works” outweigh our “sin” and so long as we’re doing better than those around us, we’re A-OK.

For all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God. [Romans 3:23]

None of us is exempt and no sin is weightier than the other. Despite our varieties of sin, we’re all equal. Our sin is all equal. I’m no better than the gentlemen in the recovery house or the women selling herself for money. I’m equal to the business man who forgets he has a family and the teenager who steals cars for kicks.

You will have no other gods, only me.No carved gods of any size, shape, or form of anything whatever, whether of things that fly or walk or swim. Don’t bow down to them and don’t serve them.

No using the name of God, your God, in curses or silly banter; God won’t put up with the irreverent use of his name.

Work six days and do everything you need to do. But the seventh day is a Sabbath to God, your God. Don’t do any work—For in six days God made Heaven, Earth, and sea, and everything in them; he rested on the seventh day. Therefore God blessed the Sabbath day; he set it apart as a holy day.

Honor your father and mother

No murder.

No adultery.

No stealing.

No lies about your neighbor.

No lusting after your neighbor’s house—or wife or servant or maid or ox or donkey. Don’t set your heart on anything that is your neighbor’s. [Exodus 20 MSG | The Ten Commandments]

Despite how “good” of people we are, when we honestly look and measure ourselves against God’s loving and perfect standards, we see that not one of us is better than the other. Because If God see’s ALL sin as bad and will one day judge us according to our misses, then we ALL fall miserably short of his glory and ideal. Even our best is filthy rags.


And while this reality may seem hopeless, God loved us enough to make a way. He sent a perfect example for us to follow, Jesus;  a man who was fully human, so he could relate and understand the things we go through here on earth, and fully God, showing us how to walk holy and blameless each step of the way.

Then, as the ultimate sacrifice and demonstration of his love for us, he placed the judgement [ramification for misbehaving] of the worlds sin, in it’s entirety- past, present and future, including ours- on his only son Jesus. He hung on a cross in yours and my place, taking the hit for what we’ve done. He died in our place, before we even knew him! He was a stranger to us and still, he took the bullet.

He jumped in front of the bus for you and me!


You see, the law was not given to condemn us, but simply show us our need for God! ‘Cause when we see our sin for what it is and the weight of what it costs, Jesus’ face becomes more clear. We see our need for him like the light of day and the Crucifixion becomes personal.

Friends, it should bring us to our knees in thanksgiving for what God has done and repentance for the ways in which we’ve hurt him. That’s all confession [saying we’re sorry to God] and repentance [truly meaning it and being determined to turn from it] really is. It’s not a demeaning religious act that we should proudly walk away from. It’s not Gods opportunity to throw mud in our face and shame us for all we’ve done.

He said his burden is easy and his yoke is light. Repentance is the place which we should daily come, humbling ourselves before a loving father and ask forgiveness for what we’ve done. And as we kneel there before him, he bends down to embrace us, hugs us and says “It’s all going to be ok. I forgive you. Don’t give it another thought.”

He removes our guilt as far as the East is from the West.


Because you see friends, it’s not about what we can do or how good of a person we can prove of ourselves. It’s what’s already been done for us! We need simply to accept this gift.

In Him we are new creations and the old has gone. Our every sin has been forgiven.. and forgotten!

16-20 Because of this decision we don’t evaluate people by what they have or how they look. We looked at the Messiah that way once and got it all wrong, as you know. We certainly don’t look at him that way anymore. Now we look inside, and what we see is that anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons! Look at it! All this comes from the God who settled the relationship between us and him, and then called us to settle our relationships with each other. God put the world square with himself through the Messiah, giving the world a fresh start by offering forgiveness of sins. God has given us the task of telling everyone what he is doing. We’re Christ’s representatives. God uses us to persuade men and women to drop their differences and enter into God’s work of making things right between them. We’re speaking for Christ himself now: Become friends with God; he’s already a friend with you. 2 Corinthians 5:17 MSG

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It’s time we rise up as a generation and nail the “good girl complex” to the cross!

His Love Song

As I ran and the warmth of winter rays hugged my skin, I heard His voice. Tears began to stream and my heart felt as if it would leap from my chest.

He whispered to my aching, longing heart…

I’m holding on to the hope that one day this could be made right
I’ve been shipwrecked, and left for dead, and I have seen the darkest sights

Everyone I’ve loved seems like a stranger in the night
But oh my heart still burns, tells me to return, and search the fading light

I’m sailing home to you I won’t be long
By the light of moon I will press on
Until, I find, my love.


And as if He put the words into my heart, I answered Back….

Trouble has beset my ways, and wicked winds have blown
Sirens call my name, they say they’ll ease my pain, then break me on the stones

But true love is the burden that will carry me back home
Carry me with the, memories of the, beauty I have known

I’m sailing home to you I won’t be long
By the light of moon I will press on

So tie me to the mast of this old ship and point me home


Lord, forgive me for doubting your love; for ours is the greatest love story there ever was. I, your bride and you my bridegroom. You stretch out your hands, you offer your life, you love me unconditionally while I give you my half-hearted left over love. I’ve loved others more than you. Things have stolen my affection. And I come to you only when I need something- when i’m desperate or have nothing better to do. And yet, you stand there loving me, longing for the day when I’ll stare back at you the way you stare at me and I’ll tumble head over heels wanting nothing more than you.. to just be with you and our love with be enough. complete.

The day is coming. I feel it in my bones – the inner recesses of my heart. I’m coming home to my one true love. So, weave your heart into mine.

The Prayer you’ve Never Prayed

If were honest with ourselves, our prayer lives are anything but relational and more akin to children throwing tantrums when they don’t get their way, or 3 wishes from our genie in a bottle.

We talk about our faith being a personal relationship with God, who’s intimacy and love overwhelms us and as a result, our lives change as an overflow of that love.  But in reality, our time with him consists mainly of one way conversations where we come to him like a demanding toddler, asking for things to make “our kingdoms come,”not his. We ask for this, we desire that, then slap Jesus’ name on at the end.

Honestly ask yourself [I will too!] how often you come to him, like Jesus did, simply to be with him and enjoy his company-not because of what we want or even because of what he deserves [out of duty] but because we so desperately long to just be in Gods presence and enjoy his company?

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The ugly reality is I didn’t even see it in myself; I’d been ignorantly blinded by my relational sin towards God. Then this book landed in my lap.

The last two weeks have looked like ugly tears, frantic tantrums and desperate cries for God to change me, like only he can, through the transformational power of the Holy Spirit. I am just learning, just scratching the surface, of what it actually looks like to pray to our papa father and it feels REAL- for the very first time.

The Papa Prayer has torn me apart, turned me on my heard and created in me an unveiled desire to see myself as I truly am  and present myself the way God wants me to, not how I think I should or how preacher Joe tells me I should pray.

I journeyed through a frank, deep and vulnerable conversation of  prayer culture, not only from a personal perspective, but also from a dissected view at the Western Christian society.

Like millions of Christians, Dr. larry Crabb has always considered his prayer life a weakness – “dull, intense only in crisis, occasionally meaningful and passionate but mostly lifelessly routine.” But for everyone who struggles to pray in a way that matters, who is bored with prayer and doesn’t know where else to turn, this groundbreaking book whispers of hope for change.

Something new and real and deep started happening in him, Crabb says, when he began practicing the four steps of what he calls the PAPA prayer – a revolutionary conversational approach to talking with and enjoying God. As this fellow seeker shares his journey and education in the mysteries of prayer, he guides us to see ourselves and God in a different light . . . which will alter the way we talk – and listen – to Him.” 

Don’t walk, RUN and grab a copy. Simply put, the best money you’ll invest….ever. It’s the prayer you’ve NEVER prayed.

Hopeless on our own

“I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who lives, but Christ who lives in me.” Galatians 2:20

When we choose to follow Jesus, our old lives/selves/entity dies and a new one is born- one that is Christ living in us. We are one.

As branches are connected to a tree, so are we intimately connected to Jesus. There is no separation between his being and ours; we aren’t following behind him like a pup follows his master. We are one; intertwined, connected at the hip and dependent on each other for our mere survival, let alone, to flourish or blossom.

Because of this unity, all that is Jesus’s becomes ours; all his authority, his victory and even his power, now becomes ours.

Hold up. Read that again…

… Like how your husbands assets [all his possessions and money] instantly become yours once you get married, everything that is Jesus’ is now ours! That incredible.

It’s not because of anything we’ve done or even what we deserve, but simply because we have chosen him in marriage- united as one with Christ.

“I am the vine you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.” John 15:5

Because we are one, we can do/say/live like Jesus did, bearing much fruit as he did and asking of the Father as he did.

But just as with divorce, apart from him, whats his is no longer ours. Therefor we can no nothing- not a single good thing- apart from Jesus.

Apart from him, everything we do [in our own stength, in our own ability/capacity and with our own motives] is in vain.

Well thats extreme, you say. Not a single good thing? I know I am somewhat of a good person and have at least a few good intentions.

Not when we see who we truly are, apart from God…

  •  Alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds ~ Col 1:21
  •  Recover themselves out of the snare of the devil ~ 2 Tim2:26
  • They ran for the darkness because they were not really interested in pleasing God ~ John 3:20
  • Servants to impurity and ever increasing lawlessness ~ Romans 6:19
  • The lusts of their hearts to impurity… God gave them up to dishonorable passions ~  Romans 1:24, Romans 1:26
  • The passions of the flesh, wage war against your soul ~ 1 peter 2:11

“This is the reality about humanity. We are each born with an evil, God-hating heart. Genesis 8:21 says that every inclination of mans heart is evil from childhood….In our evil we rebel against God. We take the law of God and we disobey it. This is the picture of the very first sin in Genesis 3.

Jesus told us that everyone who sins is a slave to sin and Paul went so far as to say that we are captive to the devil himself. Ephesians 4:18 says that we are darkened in our understanding and our hearts are like stone. According to 2 corinthians 4:4, we cannot event see Christ because of the depth of our spiritual blindness.

God beckons storm cloud.. he tells the wind to blow and the rain to fall and they obey immediately. He speaks to the mountains and they do it. Everything in all creation responds in obedience until we get to you and me. We have the audacity to look God in the face and say, “No!”  David Platt ~ excerpt from Radical  

If we look at ourselves, without Christ, we are simply put, evil, enemies of God who are dominated by Satan…. That reality should severely frighten us! It should smack us in the face and unveil our true nature. We desperately need to be intentionally intimate and connected with Jesus.

It’s more than a one time thing and more than repeating a prayer asking God into our hearts. Choosing to “accept Jesus” does not in and of itself, make us a Christian.

Its a decision we need to make daily, to live out the Christian life. To not just to talk the talk, but walk the walk, every day.

We must know Jesus personally and intentionally choose to stay connect to him, each and every day!

If we want to ensure we are one with Christ and bearing much fruit as we are commissioned, it requires that we be with and spent time with Jesus daily- being in Gods word studying it [not just passively reading it], living in a state of prayer [not just our hello and goodbyes each morning and evening], and repenting of the sin we allow to creep into our lives each day [not just once a week on sundays or twice a year in the confession booth].

If you’re like me, this reality is overwhelming and your minds spinning with how you can possibly live in such a state, while still accomplishing the demands of everyday life…

The good news is, God tells us we cant- read that again, CANT- do it on our own and apart from him we could NEVER accomplish such an active and intentional living in/for Christ. But in Jesus, we can ask anything and it will be given to us…

“If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish and it will be given to you.” John 15:6

We can ask God to change our thoughts towards this responsibility of living as a Christian- that he would give us the supernatural desire and hunger to be in his word and come to him in prayer throughout the day. We can beg him to help us love him, with every fibre of our being and trust him more than we trust our selves and anyone/thing in this world. Because it’s only a transformed mind and heart that will cultivate a will in line with Jesus’ and ultimately effect our actions, helping us prioritize our days and schedules accordingly, allowing us to live out a life as we’ve been commissioned.

“This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourself to be my disciples.” John 15:8

Start there. Start now. Pray with me for God to change our thoughts towards him, our desires in this life, our will to match his own, our relationships to reflect his love and our purpose to be that of the great commission, not a Christian spin on the American Dream…

The Drug of this World

You have given me the capacity to hear and obey, a more valuable service than burnt offerings or sin offerings, which you do not require ~ Psalm 40:6

Jesus came that we might be free from the law of the old testament. He made a new way for us, one that did not require us to strive or keep rules inorder to save ourselves. Why? Because God knew the impossibilitiy of it. He knew we would misably miss the mark time and time again.

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If it were up to us, we’d seek our freedom and wholeness in Christ by means of measily effort, which pails in comparison to the invinciple power of our Father, God. We’d do things our way, using the pea size knowledge and understanding we have of this world, God, his character and his ways. We ‘d give 1000% of our human talents, abilities and strength, only to become weary and faint, when instant victory did not lie around the corner. And eventually, we run ourselves ragged trying, becoming hopeless, faint in our doing and turn running from God, resentful that he allowed this to happen when we were doing everything we could to “do good.”

In a blunt nutshell, we see that our striving [aka: burnt or sin offerings] is fruitless and will never lead us where God desires – rather in circles, until we finally come to the end of ourselves and beg God for help.

Sadly, today, this is how many of us come to know and experience God truly for the first time. And all the while God had watched us, spinning in our “doing”, our trying” and our “worrying”, saying,

“Child, will you just stop already? I’ve got this. Trust me. I do not need your help. My plans are good, always and my ways are greater. You may not understand just yet, why or how, but in due time you will see. All you need do is seek me, whole heatedly and listen. I will show you the way. Do only that which I ask of you, but until then, be still. “

God invites us into a relationship of intimacy and freindship, one where we can linger in each others company. He will listen, comfort and answer our  us. But in respect, he asks the same.

In life, through every circumstance, God does not expect us to figure it out on our own. He begs us to ask him what he wants and do only that which he reveals; for he’ll do all the rest and our “getting in the way” will only prolong, derail or stear his plan off course.

For his ways or not our ways and his thoughts are not our thoughts. How than can we ever be expected to figure out our messes, our junk- heck, our daily priorities? He sees things so much different and he wants to show us why. He needs only a willing heart, that will stop “doing” long enough, to be still, ask and listen.

Lord, help us to believe and know that you are the master of our lives. You have not asked for a copilot, but simply a passanger to enjoy the ride. Give us the desire and persistence it takes, to seek you whole heardetly for the answers, and the courage it takes to wait patiently for the steps you’d have us walk. Hold onto us with both arms, for we fear we’ll run ahead of you. We declare that while your plans may not yet be understood or fully revealed, we know that they are good and we want to simply walk in your will. Give us everything we need to do just that, to do it with joy, regardless of our circumstance.