Write Away...

"Siano gradite davanti a te le parole della mia bocca e la meditazione del mio cuore, o Eterno, mia rocca e mio redentore." -Psalm 19:14

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"Perhaps it would be better not to be a writer, but if you must, then write. If it all feels hopeless, if that famous 'inspiration' will not come, write. If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your desk, no matter what your mood, face the icy challenge of the paper - write." ~ J.B. Priestly

dicembre 26, 2004

Dear Jesus...

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be looking for. I was aimlessly wandering, with some purpose, but the paths were broken and I was so afraid that my greatest wishes would pass by my eyes, before they were brave enough to look. I suppose they were fixed on the ground below me, trying desperately not to lose my place. But I trusted you, my lamp and my light. I’d nothing to fear, for you, the all knowing God, were more than able to bring about what you desired, when and as you pleased. You knew what was best for me, when I had no clue in the world. But do you remember the day you opened my eyes, opened them to what you had planned? I know you waited long to show me, and I must have been impatient. But you showered down blessings in unending abundance, as you continue to do, every day of this life. Oh, faithful Father, may I no longer be blind to these marvelous things you have prepared for me. For you have taught me to seek with my heart, to carry forth in great expectancy, with faith of a child. May I not go quietly. May I not go uncertain. But may I go with grace, guided by the eternal light which has no boundaries, no limitations. Be it your will, Oh Lord, that I touch every heart, change every life, walk every road, and face every storm that you have set for me. I will go, and I will not be afraid, for now it is clear as daylight to me, what I shall be in search for.
But oh, merciful Father, I am consumed, taken, overwhelmed by my world of sin, which robs me from you, this dark evilness which comes upon me, washing over me like a wave - mighty and mysteriously strong. And I ask that you, Father, would graciously reach down to touch even me, the sinner that I am, and hold me so that I do no fall. Keep me from shaking. And deliver me again and again, that I might be made holy and blameless in your sight. For you, Jesus, are my spring of living water, and in you I am made complete. From your well do I draw my very breath, and trust that when I am firmly planted in you, I am sustained. By your fathomless grace, make it so.
In your precious name I pray, Amen.