Thursday, June 23, 2011


Something disturbs my continence.
The want of more, the desire to not waste this time and yet He has called me into silence.
Of waiting…
Oh to return to this precious and, often missed, season.
…Lord, my soul welcomes the wait. I just ask for the grace of patience to remain…

"The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell." –C.S. Lewis
To be thankful for scabs, for only love can cause such pain. And how deep love goes; it pulls my soul to you Lord: this umbilical of eternity. It has lead me through a rough year, where I’ve screamed at times, “Enough!” It has placed trust in the weary heart when I had no strength of my own. It has even allowed for such joy, my cheeks tingle and laughter tears form.

Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for him to act. Don’t worry about evil people who prosperor fret about their wicked schemes.
Ps 37:7

Let this silence be kept. Let me not rush to leave your presence.
But I give thanks for the pain
Thanks for the trust to initiate pain
For my Prince of Peace

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