on behalf of august 29, 2015
God, you live here and you make me stronger. There is nothing that can draw me all the way from you. You are the one who makes it possible for me to smile and continue on. You make me beautiful even though I am dark and twisted at heart. You see right through me, and yet you love me. You see the imperfections and the horrors. The lies, the things I would do because of sin and evil. But you love me.
And it breaks me to know I am dark and twisty. Because you live in me. And so I, in my daily struggle, must push out the dark and twisty side. I must choose the light-hearted and righteous. I must desire you wholeheartedly. I must reject any tainted thing that threatens to disturb the peace you provide. I must learn how to and when to say no, because it doesn't glorify you. I must choose to cloak myself in your goodness and wear it proudly like a brilliant medal. I must profess you in everything and then this place in which I live--and then it must be less dark and less twisty.

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