I'VE HAD MY HAND OVER MY CUP OF LIFE RECENTLY.
MY EYES, THEY BEEN ALLOWED TO FALL TO THE GROUND.
AND, AS I CHILDISHLY SHUFFLE MY FEET AND KICK THE DIRT
I REALIZE THAT THE DIRT AT MY FEET WAS GIVEN THE BREATH OF
THAT WHICH I AM TAKING FOR GRANTED.
Where God has been working in my life and showing me the things I try to hide
and turn away from, I haven't allowed Him to bless.
When my hands should have been thrown up in praise, then found themselves
tied by shame, pride, pity, and disobediance at my side.
Why it has taken a month for me to realize the obvious, I can't really explain.
When I have no one. I have my Heavenly Father, who has created the very
tears I cry, the breath that is wasted whining, and the voice He intends for me to
use for His glory.
Writing this at this hour is my way of saying to myself;
JOY COMES IN THE MORNING...
I'll make it right tonight.
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3 comments:
awesome!!!!! Great thought! Those thoughts really puts life into prospective. Lift thine eyes unto the hills, from whence comethmy help, my help comes from the Lord.
That's a beautiful verse. Dean, thanks for you heart and your encouragement.
Hana, this post is beautiful.
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