Wednesday, April 20, 2011

his way is so much sweeter


in woolworths last night, I, feeling somewhat flat, was standing in the queue behind what seemed to be just your average old man. I thought just that, right up until the moment that it was his turn, he turned around and with a crooked smile, a few missing teeth and beaming face, said 'you go first, i always got taught to let the ladies go first' and all he held in his hand was one small item, and i sure had more than one! I hesitated, thinking it not fair for me to go infront! But something inside me knew he would love for me to go infront, that it would actually make HIS day. So i gratefully stepped in, It sparked up a little bit of joy again, It made me smile. It made me think of our Papa. and how he actually longs to be gracious to us, that he actually sent Jesus to us so that he could be grace to us, because he wanted us so very much! How it would make his day to be able to bless us. Like he actually gives us what we DONT deserve... He hides in the most unusual places, just waiting to bless us - as undeserving as we are, he loves us and would willingly sacrifice not just a spot in a queue, but his life, so that we could become a part of his family! He wanted us that much! What an awesome King we have. I love him. beyond words. His way of life is so much sweeter.

Friday, April 15, 2011

psalm 42: another version.

Father, as a runner ends his race in complete exhaustion,
pining for just a drop of fresh water.
So do i, at the end of my strength,
long for just a taste of your living water,
a small portion of your reality,
and thirst quenching joy and peace.
Papa, how long must I wait to feel assured again?

The filthy father of darkness is smiling I know.
as he whispers deception and lies into my ears asking,
'what have you done to lose the love and favour of your God?'
Knock after Knock,
It's wearing me down and out.
My soul i fear is on the verge of breaking
of being sucked into an all consuming
black hole,
never to see light again.

My heart is battered, worn out.
I remember - just days ago -
I was soaked,
drenched in your beauty and love.
I was full of greatfulness for you my King!

So God why now am I disheartened?
Why does my heart burn for some of you,
yet is unable to receive?

At the end of the day Papa, i will hope in you.
I remind myself, this time shall pass and i shall praise you again.