Monday, November 11, 2013



My worries come in costco-sized packages, in over 32 flavors, in every shape and size imaginable. They run even deeper than I know. In order to lay them at Your feet I have to lay prostrate before You so that they can all fall at Your feet. It's not like I'm only holding one in my hand. I don't know if it's really even accurate to "let them fall". Perhaps some will fall, being set on their own destruction, trembling at the sound of your voice and shattering at Your resonance. But I think You take others off my back. Some have taken up residence upon me, attaching themselves with the pursing of Judas' lips. You lift them up, and put them on You own back, and I feel the relief not only that I am not carrying them, but that You are the one carrying them.

Straighten my back, let me stand tall in the freedom You've bought for me to stand.



...They have bowed down and fallen, but we have risen and stood upright.-Ps. 20

He will not fear evil tidings; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord.-Ps. 112:7

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