psalm 27:7
7Hear my voice when I call, Lord;
be merciful to me and answer me.
wow. thats my exact prayer right now.
God, I beg that you hear me when i call out and cry your name right now. and i desperately seek an answer because i feel like my life is slowly falling apart and i dont know what i am anymore or if the plan i thought you had designed for me still stands or if there are entirely new adventures and directions that you wish for me to have. but if new things are in sight, i really hope that you let me know so i can go and do those things to the best of my ability very soon and for your glory.
God, i dont deserve your mercy at all. ive been terrible and should die in a pit. all alone. and grace? pfft. im a sinner. an awful filthy sinner who should flee from your presence in shame. and yet for some reason im standing here. its mindblowing how just a weekend can change everything.
i thought i was doing well and glorifying you for too long. how long? at least a few weeks i thought i had been growing in you and following your word, but now that i'm here... i can see how badly ive been mistaken. it takes broken-ness in order to realize how desperately i need you, perhaps. somehow i was so incredibly stupid to think that i didnt really have that much to pray for forgive for. i thought i had been pretty good and that growing more was my only flaw. FOOLISH child.
well now everythings been turned inside out upside down and i can see my own palpable pain and the essential nature of my lifeline in God.
i'm raw. emotionally drained from uncertainty and fear. fear like ive never known it. if she is pharaoh and i am israel--the only thing remaining is to hear the verdict. do you plan to let me go? or is pharaoh's heart to remain hardened against my departure?
but oh, you fool. you've grown more through this pain than you could have ever in peace.
and oh, i think you might have even asked for it. last tuesday. at bible study, you specifically asked God for a stormy climate of growth.... oh my gosh... now i remember. and... boy oh boy did he give you a storm to grow in.
if anything, You have been merciful and given me exactly what i asked for--even if it was foolish of me. but you never give us more than we can handle. and you always take care of us. i will be consoled by that knowledge because regardless of the pain i've endured this weekend, its brought me closer to You and i think i understand a little bit more. i still have so much to go, but now i actually know some degree of pain instead of just theorizing about it.... and even though my grades _could_ have hurt, you protected me just enough to learn but not suffer quite yet.
wow, God. Father, you've actually.... given me quite the gift.