Wednesday – 5/2/14
Can you make sense of these ramblings, my groans and cries? King-God, I need your help. Every morning you’ll hear me at it again. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on your altar and watch for fire to descend. You don’t socialize with Wicked, or invite Evil over as your houseguest. Hot-Air-Boaster collapses in front of you; you shake your head over Mischief-Maker. God destroys Lie-Speaker; Blood-Thirsty and Truth-Bender disgust you. And here I am, your invited guest—it’s incredible! I enter your house; here I am, prostrate in your inner sanctum, Waiting for directions to get me safely through enemy lines… (Psa 5:1).
Can Papà make sense of our (endless) groans and cries? YES!
Will He accept the broken pieces of my life and put them back together? YES!
Will He give me direction – help me through all the la la of my life …? YES!!
Just ask Him … x