This song. This life. This God.
Sitting here on a sleeping bag in an unfamiliar dorm room, sleeping stranger in a bed next to me.
Tan colored light begins to turn yellow through closed blinds to my left.
Nothing is a coincidence.
An hour of change causes a week of difference.
Mourning these past days with a smiling face.
Hearing of how we must get past these four walls and the reason we are stagnate is because we are closed in. We are trapped.
Passive. Complacent. Boring. Words I hate yet I am sometimes.
I must not be content with who I am at this moment for I can be better.
Yet I must rest in knowing that He will change me if I let Him into my heart.
One song heard two times thus far speaking of how much our father loves us.
The first, a last minute performance at an open mic, the second, during a concert.
Listen He says. Or is that my voice?
Trying to decipher whose is whose and of course crush the third.
For He is great and is coming soon but who knows this?
Am I sharing? Am I caring? Will this place help me grow or shrink?
Should I stay or should I go?
Questions tire me I am ready to serve. Here I am Lord send me.
Send me where?
Anywhere I cry in desperation. Just let me do something. I need to move.
You are moving.
In circles I feel like.
But those circles wander in and out so they are more like spirals. And in those spirals you cover ground. Maybe more than once or twice but you do my work.
You help me do mine. You give me my wants. You cover my mistakes. Two times already in the past two days you've done this.
I do not deserve Your grace.
Nothing is a coincidence. No such thing as luck.
I believe.
Lord take me, send me, but a more painful prayer is Lord keep me where I am.
If that is what you want...
No more dots
Thy will be done in all things
COME LORD JESUS
