Standing firm when my knees start knocking

Somehow my faults seem to be ever before me. This is quite a blessing in that I am consistently reminded of my utter dependency upon my Savior Christ, and the blessed peace that he will never let me go. Then there is the battling self-pity, the "woe is me, I am but scum, vile and unloveable to the utmost degree." What then of the blood of Christ which covers me? Is he not most beautiful, most loved of God? And are we not His bride? His beloved? Yes, my flesh is wicked, but, Halleluia!- the perfect blood of my perfect Savior is what my heavenly Father sees when He looks upon me- purest beauty! And so this "blessed misery" I receive with gratitude, knowing the Lord has a purpose in granting it to me at times. Elizabeth Elliot wrote something in Passion and Purity that i will never forget, she said " Refuse self-pity. Refuse it completely- it is a terrible thing with the power to destroy you." So simple, yet piercingly true. Therefore I rest in the truths of Psalm 73:26, "My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." and Psalm 28:7-8,"The Lord is my strength and my shield: in Him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to Him. The Lord is the strength of His people; He is the saving refuge of His annointed."

Waiting

Thy servant waits with willing feet
Pray would You show me where?
The path to which You guide my feet
My passion be found there!
written 7-14-07

Come Quickly

Oh God above come quickly
Draw me after Thee!
In this world of chains and shadows
Let thy captive's freedom glow.
Holy Spirit send Your fire,
Zealous Passion be my sight!
O Christ that I might see you,
My Fount of Pure Delight.
Let terror-stricken shadows flee
Oh Sweet Heaven's light!
Oh God above come quickly
Draw me after thee!
written 7-12-07

Campus Reflections

Crowded Sidewalks
Curious Faces
Searching for answers
In all the wrong places
Fighting for freedom
Enslaved by self-will
Refusing to move
Yet cannot be still

Morning Glory- a paradox of faith

How faint the cry of morning glory
yet still her hope doth lie-
Afar in some forgotten land. . .
Away from the shadows
Away from the night.
This trial shouts
So close
So near.
Yet deep within our hearts we hear. . .
Sweet morning glory bright and clear.
11- 18- 07