On Friday, my God humbled me.
Saturday, I humbly looked to Him and he showed me the frail butterfly and told me to have courage. I do not have a spirit of timidity. I have a spirit of power, of love, and of self-discipline. This is who I am in Christ, who has called me to a life of adventure in His name.
Saturday night, I threw everything away. Everything that I considered to be me I tossed to the sky and raised my hands, simply requesting that I be used. In that windy field of golden grain, I met with Jesus Christ and gave him back the talent he had first given me. This earthly body I have now is just an empty shell; a pitiful housing for Something unspeakably radiant and immortal. I sobbed in that field -- not from sorrow, but from pain. What I saw was so beautiful it caused me pain when I realized I would never have the perfect words to tell others. The pain of Beauty is a cleansing wound.
Sunday morning, I woke up dead. I died in order to live a new freedom.
I am nothing. Thou art all.
About Me
- Katie
- Just as the flower and its fragrance are one, so must each of you and your Father become.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Lots of good things going on in my life. I have a job that guarantees me 30 hours a week where I look at art all day. I'm going to a church that is gradually stealing my heart. God has been hard at work breaking down the last few barriers in my life so I can be the person I'm supposed to be.
And those barriers are tough. Honestly, I don't know what those barriers could be. Father, show them to me. Show me what barriers are in my way from becoming who I'm meant to be in Your kingdom. I yearn to throw my entire life into your hands, but Father, something is keeping me from doing that. Help me see the barriers I have placed in front of myself. I pray that you break them down completely, because I am so ready to accept the destiny you have given me.
I suppose what I'm really asking is that I be broken. Father, the image of a solitary tree in a thunderstorm has been on my mind lately these past few weeks. I am that tree. You are the storm. Wash over me; let it flood. I pray that my limbs bow and break in the wind. But Heavenly Father, I pray that while I am being nearly uprooted, that the storm will pass and that the rain will bleed into the earth and restore me. I pray the rain of blood will wash over me and cleanse my soul. Erase what I have been dirtying myself with.
I refuse to be complacent any longer. I'm in, God. Help me out.
And those barriers are tough. Honestly, I don't know what those barriers could be. Father, show them to me. Show me what barriers are in my way from becoming who I'm meant to be in Your kingdom. I yearn to throw my entire life into your hands, but Father, something is keeping me from doing that. Help me see the barriers I have placed in front of myself. I pray that you break them down completely, because I am so ready to accept the destiny you have given me.
I suppose what I'm really asking is that I be broken. Father, the image of a solitary tree in a thunderstorm has been on my mind lately these past few weeks. I am that tree. You are the storm. Wash over me; let it flood. I pray that my limbs bow and break in the wind. But Heavenly Father, I pray that while I am being nearly uprooted, that the storm will pass and that the rain will bleed into the earth and restore me. I pray the rain of blood will wash over me and cleanse my soul. Erase what I have been dirtying myself with.
I refuse to be complacent any longer. I'm in, God. Help me out.
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