You make known to me the path of life;
In Your presence there is fullness of joy;
at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore
Psalm 16:11 English Standard Version (@2001) .
Teach me to love your law
for your law provides a glimpse into your heart.
Give me an undivided heart:
I thank You for the exhilaration of the tempest
knowing I’m always safe in Your hand.
I want to grow strong in the tempest.
To press on and endure with the joy of an undaunted spirit.
I know you are planting in my character seeds through Your Word
and my obedience that will be beautiful to You.
I’m so glad.
You take me through slippery places
where I have to grip tighter on Your hand
to keep my feet.
It’s so good to know You never lose your grip on me.
Hindsight, they say is 20/20.
It seems I should have drained my tear wells dry by now
for all I have shed with regrets.
Help me to rest in your commitment
to make all my goof ups work into Your story plan
as a gem that will bring you honor.
In the morning I will sing:
of Your love;
of Your strength;
that You are my defender;
that You are my place of safety in times of trouble.
God, You are my strength.
I sing praises to You.
You are the Light of my Life.
You illuminate my path.
You scatter the darkness and make me safe.
You are my companion and navigator on this path.
There is so much to see, enjoy and wonder over
along the way.
Jesus, sometimes I think I don’t fit in anywhere.
Sometimes it’s lonely being me.
I look at myself and think I am a mess.
How can God use me when I’m in such a blue mood?
My mom used to say
I should stop Thinking so much about myself
and go out and make a friend.
She said it would make me feel much better.
She was right.
That runner in the fog is me, Jesus,
when I keep my eyes on You.
When everyone else is foggy about the issues
I have no doubts about You!
You are the way.
You are the truth.
You are the life.
This is my chosen mantra
and I can run with it!!!
You said I was meant for the high places.
You said you will give me wings like the eagles
and Feet like the elk that are sure
and meant to leap up to higher ground.
I so want to be there now.
I know this path I’m on is the course You are using to ready me
for the high places.
Toughen my thinking
and resolve to press on.
I want to be all that.
Some people think You, God, are like the moon:
a silent observer
but always present.
I see You as close as my breath.
It was Your breath, after all,
that sparked the life in Adam.
You aren’t aloof.
You are intimate and hands on.
You breathed into Adam’s nose
and he became a living soul.
O my God!
Adam walked in the garden and hung out with You.
Enoc preferred hanging out with you more than with anybody else
and one day he got to just walk with you to Your place
and You let him stay.
He never had to deal with growing old and dying.
I love it when you talk to me when I’m reading your word.
It’s like I’ve had the most satisfying meal at those times.
But it would be so great if You would just turn up the volume!
Here’s a tree that has never born fruit.
Of course, I had never tended or watered it.
After all, it’s in a corner
of our yard up on a hill
with no easy access
and no way to water without pulling up a 100 foot line of hose
and struggling up a steep slope.
But then You, God, have a lesson here.
While I made plans to pull out this thorny monster
it rained and rained and rained… and rained.
I hadn’t been up to this corner in a long while
and, when I finally did, you could have blown me over!
I was met with this gorgeous feast for the eyes!
I must never give up!
When all else fails—and I often do—You are at work.
I imagine I’ve been like this tree—fruitless.
I feel I’m not doing what I’ve been made to do.
Whatever that is, I don’t know, but I’m not doing it.
I am confident You are at work in me.
Philippians 1:6 says so.
Here and there I catch faint glimpses
of what seems to be fruit
but I have no clear vision for what I’m supposed to be
or What the fruit will look and taste like.
Does it matter?
Jeremiah said the people of Israel had abandoned You
and worshipped the idols of the surrounding cultures.
the true Fountain of Life
and built instead broken cisterns
that could never hold water.
Let me not lift my hand to another.
I want to be simple.
No hidden agendas.
No self-serving aspirations.
I want to savor each moment You have gifted me.
Like a day at the shore basking in the sights
and the infinity of sky and horizon.
Who am I that you are mindful of me?
My mom got me watching every cloud
just in case that was the one You would be coming in on.
I love cloud watching
but I love watching for You most!
When I know You’re on Your way
— and I expect you any moment—
I can bear anything life throws at me.
Sight is such an awesome gift!
I love the morning rays washing through branches
exposing the morning dewdrops
on the grassy floor below.
The eye exposes everything clearly
in all dimensions
at one glance.
How perfect the intricacy and attention to detail.
Glory to You Jesus!
You made it all with just a word.
The morning dew clings to the grass like
painstakingly hung on long delicate string.
No jeweler can adequately capture
the simple beauty
and practicality found in morning dew.
In the Garden,
from the beginning,
You watered the earth With a mist that rose in the morning.
In the Old Testament You were the cloud
that shielded the weary travelers from the harsh sun.
You became a cloud of fire by night dispelling the darkness
and warming the chilled.
Your bread from heaven looked like frost
that was left from the morning dew.
No, You are not a distant, uncaring, clinical observer.
Yes, You do care!!
On the shore lie fallen trees of massive size
with roots reaching into air.
What seemed so strong and sturdy
can No more shelter and inspire.
O God we are but dust.
We cling so desperately to this World
for it is all we know.
How the mighty have fallen.
There is none that will not perish with time.
Hold me Jesus!
I heard one time
that everything I said and did was being recorded.
Paul said we are surrounded by a large crowd of witnesses.
I was 10 years old at summer camp when the speaker said
at the Great White Throne Judgement,
foretold in the Book of Revelations,
we will all stand before You, as the Judge.
He said everything
I ever did
would be displayed before You
for me and all creation to see.
How would I measure up?
That message changed my life.
I’ve never been the same since.
I knew then I needed You
to not only post my bail but to pay my price.
O Lamb of God. My Passover.
Since that day I see You in a whole new light.
I’m not the same person on the inside that I was.
Little by little the old ways
are falling away
and, as I spend time In Your word,
I am becoming more like You.
That is good.
I see You wherever I go
and in everything I do.
I am reminded that you not only died in my place,
You promised to be here for me all the time.
You won’t ever turn Your back on me
And you are always putting in a good word for me to the Father.
You are my best Friend.
It’s easy to stay put when you’re fogged in
but When the fog thins the itch to get out begins to prod.
Sometimes staying behind the leader on the trail
seems dull and too slow.
Down deep in my heart, Lord, You know I’m yours
But there’s a part of me that throws my mind and resolve
into confusion and doubt.
Sometimes I get stirred up with pride and ambition
or fear, or fatigue.
I struggle with the need to please others
I want to seem strong.
But, truth be told,
when I seem to be riding on smooth waters,
it doesn’t take much turbulence in my life
to rock my boat.
But You already know that.-)
The cool thing is that
even though You know everything about me:
Where I am;
what I’m doing;
what I’m going to say even before I say it–
you are with me all the time
and still You want me to speak my mind.
You want me to share
every cotton picken, diddly squat thing
that I think about and care about and am
or scared about.
You are my hero!
You restore my soul.
When situations look impossible I remember
“Impossible” is what You do best!
You are the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Every morning the sun rises.
Every evening the sun sets.
You bring winter, spring, summer and fall at their appointed times.
You are never late.
You are always kind and generous.
Even when we do awful things to each other
you don’t stop the world from spinning,
cut off our air supply
or just incinerate us.
You are amazing.
David said people don’t see their own mistakes.
He asked you to forgive him
for his secret sins.
I think secret sins are the ones everybody can see
David went on to ask You to keep him from the sins of pride
then he would be blameless of the greatest of sins.
I know my pride is hard core.
Slay it Jesus.
When it just gets wounded I’m the worse!
Many ancient civilizations ground corn on rock surfaces.
This constant grinding wore away at the rock surface
creating bowl like impressions.
You promise in Your Word to remove the stony heart
and replace it with a heart of flesh.
You use the grinding of disappointment
and piercings of loss to accomplish this transformation.
The most unimaginable pain was not one of disappointment
but anticipated and chosen as the only true hope for mankind.
You chose the path of free will knowing we would stumble.
And You provided the antidote for our curse even before creation.
By Your stripes I am healed and,
like these matates engraved in stone,
Your flesh will forever bear testimony to Your sacrifice and valor.
You said you went to prepare a place for me and
You are coming back to take me there.
It’s a place I am already calling home because that is
where you are now
and all those I love
and those I haven’t met yet
who have died hoping in You.
You said they all still live.
You are God of the living not the dead.
You said I Am the God of Abraham,
And you are, not were, the God of
and their mommy
I see the little tug pulling bigger ships out to sea.
Little tugs pulling huge loads.
Gigantic airplanes flying in thin air.
There are principles and laws
You have set up
that enable the seemingly impossible
to become normative or at least, though phenomenal, experienced by many.
I don’t want my life to be ordinary.
I want to have Elijah’s eyes.
I want to know how to use
the fulcrum of faith in Your word
to move mountains
and crash the gates of hell–
to restore sight to the blind and
set captives free.
The fact is
can walk life’s path completely with me
My true thoughts,
can only truly be experienced by You.
already know everything about me.
My choices will never disillusion You
or diminish your love or desire to invest in me.
You have already laid it all on the line for me.
You have risked all you have.
You are my kinsman Redeemer
and you have thrown your hat in the ring
You are my home.
It’s good to be home.
I love the rain.
I love the sound of splashing and dripping.
I love the smells that come with rainy days.
I like to walk in the rain
and not worry about my hair
or if I get wet.
I like to be indoors on a dark rainy day
and feel the walls shelter and protect me.
I love to snuggle deep into my bed under the covers when it rains
and just live in the moment.
Thank you for rain!
I love the rain!
When You died in my place it was like you purchased the only lotto ticket
that opened the doors to heaven and hell
and you put my name on it.
This was so huge!!!
And somehow my heart was trusting enough to take it from you.
I had no clue that you gave me everything.
The only thing that matters in this life and the one to come!
I hear you have that same ticket with the name of everyone Who has ever lived,
and ever will live,
written on it.
I want everyone to know what they’ve got, Jesus.
I’ve seen the tickets laying around in the oddest places
and even trampled under feet on the streets and sidewalks.
Help me to spread the good news, Jesus!
Get me some help here.
There’s only one of me!!
How is it that gathering knowledge and degrees
is held in greater esteem than shaping a life and educating a heart?
The smartest man recorded in history
valued wisdom above riches,
Solomon taught that to fear and honor you, Jesus,
is the beginning of wisdom.
I want to be wise.
I don’t want to be swayed
by the attraction of celebrity or wealth.
I don’t want to be frozen
by fear for my future.
I don’t want to despair
over my fading youth or waning vigor.
Be my rock.
Be my wisdom.
Be my hope.
Practicing a new skill is
and may even result in some painful head banging.
I have discovered,
much to my dismay,
more often than I care to admit
and likely a lot more often than I know,
that dispensing my “wisdom” to those I felt needy,
and ill advised.
the Hippocratic oath swears to “do no harm”.
As your child, Father, I must advance well beyond that.
I want to be kind,
and dispense love,
as you have loved me.
You came to seek and save and serve the lost.
You’ve set the standard.
I’m putting on my helmet.
My second grade teacher wrote on my report card
that I daydreamed a lot in class.
I do have a short attention span.
I get so excited about hearing you speak to me in my Bible reading
and I want to make changes
but the next thing I know I’ve been distracted
and I’m off doing something else.
I’m glad you have a sense of humor.
I take pleasure in the big little things of life:
seeing the evening sunlight casting shadows through the window;
The variation of green in the foliage outside;
How the light only brightens one side of everthing;
And the dark creates such beauty and drama with the contrast.
I live with light and dark.
To You light is the same as dark.
Nothing obscures Your vision
or creates more drama.
You did all this for me, didn’t you?
You enjoy my enjoyment of the space you have put me in.
I am so glad that I can see and appreciate
the small decorative touches you have created
for me to enjoy.
Being a twosome is not always pie in the sky and smooth sailing.
Like a couple tied at the ankles in a foot race
if the moves aren’t timed right and headed in the same direction
the friction hurts
and the stumbling brings a halt to all progress.
Sometimes I think “Why does it have to be so hard?”
After all these years we should have our moves down.
You are Lord of the dance.
You are the music.
You paired us for a purpose.
Write our song.
The length of the shadow is determined by Its relationship to the sun.
The lower the sun is
the longer and larger the shadow.
The shadow has no substance yet it seems so significant and important.
When I don’t lift you up in my thoughts, Jesus,
the shadows loom large
and play havoc with my mind and heart.
At one moment I bask in my self-importance
and the next I am reduced to tears by how huge my problems appear.
I am mesmerized and captivated by the shadows.
I want to see You.
I want to be blown away by You.
Captivated by only You.
I don’t want to lean on
Let the glory of the Lord rise among us!
I am so glad for your Word that helps me interpret my world
and the images and events that bombard me daily.
The reflections are beautiful, confusing, hideous and troubling.
You provide clarity and define my path.
Hold my hand.
There’s so much I am not capable of understanding.
You have charted this path.
There is “method in this madness”
and that’s really good to know.
One thing I am sure of:
You are good.
All the time!
I love the garden.
I learn so much about You when I’m digging in the earth
or seeing how you spare no expense in your attention to detail.
The diversity, the intricacy, the beauty and complexity of creation
of Your wisdom,
I just weep sometimes
so overwhelmed by what I see.
I see You.
Your hand, Your eyes, Your care,
and the pleasure you take in small things.
You designed me.
You see me.
You care for me.
You take pleasure in me.
And if I think that looks good
Wait until I see What You have prepared for me.
Eyes have not seen
Ears have not heard
No one on God’s green earth could ever dream
What You are cooking up for those that love You!