Holy God,
The inspiration is completely gone. It's like I am required to live the moments of my life before I can write some kind of response to you. It's like I need to see how this day that you've given me is going to turn out before I can offer up my praise of thanks, or my lament.
I sit here and realize just how much fear I'm living under.
So come Christ,
Come Father,
Come Spirit,
Deconstruct every carefully crafted tower of fear and control.
Center me, yep, position me right on your lap that I may look into your eyes yet again.
Let me look into your eyes and experience all the fear and hurt just fall to the ground, like the leaves off a deciduous tree in the fall.
Shed my fear like the skin of a snake.
Teach me to walk wisely in your freedom.
Teach me to walk as one who has tasted water from the well of Jacob.
Remind me who I am, and who you are.
Center me. Focus me. Adjust my aperture.
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