#a psalm

[joytous]

How I long for a great comforter. A big one. Oversized even. Weighty enough to put pressure, but gentle enough to carry me to rest.

[thespectrespecss]

O Lord, there are shadows still lingering in my story— wounds I don’t always speak of, choices I wish I could rewrite, paths I walked in pride, affections I gave too quickly, truths I carry that feel too heavy.

My past, my upbringing, the loves I lost, the friendships that faded, the knowledge that hurt more than it helped— they sit in my hands like stones. And still, I grip them.

Today, I bring them to your altar. Not to ask you to erase them, but to let you redeem them.

Let them be monuments of your mercy, not compasses formed in fear. Let them whisper of your grace, not shout with shame.

No longer do I want to be led by what broke me. I now want to walk in love, to move in faith, and to live unafraid.

For you, O God, are my strong hand. You steady me when I shake. You hold me when I cannot hold myself. You guide me not with pressure, but with peace.

So I release the tight grip— I loosen my hold. You are my direction. You are my compass. You are enough. More than enough.

[poeticlisense]

Wanderer

I don't know what to do I don't know where to go Spent my whole life asking who Can lead me to the road

Of love Of happiness Of answers

Enough Of this aimlessness I'm done for.

I've nothing else to do I've nowhere else to go There's no one else but You That can lead me to the road.

[tearasshouse]

There is no terminus, only the continuum: the journey as goal; the process as result; the past and future as one conscious present; a glorious dawn as inevitable as the fears which must precede any great and small undertaking.

[thekingdompeople-blog-blog]

Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised. You have lifted me up out of the darkness, I will praise your name forever. Whenever I have failed and fallen short, you have reminded me that you love me still. You are my portion, my everything, you are enough for me. Your love comes without conditions, with no strings attached. When I run from you, you chase after me. You have never given up on me, even when I spit in your face. When I do not listen to me, you are so gentle. You define who I am. When I say that I hate who I am, and want to change who I am, because I am not satisfied, you show me what you love in me. You persistently help me to see myself as you see me. Oh God, you do not see as man sees. We look outwards, to the colour of one’s skin, to their sense of fashion, or how many tattoos someone has. You see our hearts, oh God, and you love us still. The world expects us to perform, it says that we are only worth something if we live up to expectations. The world says that our value can change, and that we must earn our keep. You, God, say that we are priceless, not because of what we have done, but because of what you have done for us. By the blood of the Lamb, we are redeemed, we are righteous, we are counted among the saints, we are the dearly beloved of the King. Nothing shall separate us from your love, God. May the nations see your glory and majesty on display in us, your children, and praise you for your unfailing mercy. For you, God, are faithful, and your glory is beyond description. Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised. For He is good, and his mercy endures forever.