I must remind myself; for I fail desperately in loving those assigned to walk in my path; creation He loves..!
And I do not speak such foolishness to work into some sort of condemning place for mankind but to ponder the wondrous love that reaches so far past my own love or what I have seen and analyzed as love. With great desire I plead to understand more of His ravishing love and allow it to pour upon me, for only then can I give freely. Each portion of His love that imparts within my heart is potential for abundance to change me and those I wish to love.
Oh to lift up my soul and experience what it does inside and all around me.
To humbly cry. Cry for whatever it takes to wait as love develops, even through my impurities, the cracking crumbling of my hardened heart for His hand to mend.
Be still oh my soul. Peace reach to the fallen heart that whines for unhealthy love of mankind and turn me inside out so that I am open for real love. With the greatest stretch I look for Hope. Seeking Hope’s face to hold my arms too often weary.
Hope, take away the voice inside that wants divine love wrapped up in pretty man made smiles, please; as I scream out of control…don’t forget to mention all I have faithfully called ‘good’.
But miraculously, even on this edge of insanity, His heart of spotless pure motives, sweep in with precious love rules of unmerited, undeserved grace to cover all my missing marks, with His assortment of perfect discipline.
Deeper and deeper insight walks to pick me up, shows me how ‘I’ am singled out with the dynamics of every cell in my body, this love that proves it will not remove its eyes from me.
Captured by tender thoughts,
yet while I am being carried
I
caution God,
“Do you really
want to waste
Your love on me?”
Again I measure my worth according to how I might love even my deepest loves. Easily I have concluded how one could get along without me.
It’s as if then I see
His tears begin
to form
for the loss He feels.
Oh God, REALLY, day and night?
I begin to see a new
picture. A picture of His son Jesus, there on the cross waiting to
die. Hanging in pain with hope for me. That "Hope" I keep looking for, was taken to extreme so I could carry its power in every situation I would cross. Hope
for now, hope for my future, hope for my children, hope for the eternity spoken
of for me.
Hope, precious hope that enters a bride in
waiting, as her eyes frantically watch all details to be its best within her
creative heart and mind.
The joy of hope
begins to swell as love plants itself within the soil of my heart; maturity to being born again into His kingdom.
My prayer changes…! Come,
oh Holy One, come and show me more about steps to the arms who longed for me before
I was born. It isn't about me any more, it is about His love. This heart stopping pain where I cannot believe His love so
deep, disappears. His most precious gift was sent and hope stirs all my senses to hear each
plea made for me to be lead to His lap that He might cuddle me in riches and
rejoice in His creation of me.
Hear me sing to the dance of such love, I
am Yours…! This hope is Your Hope in me!
