A Want To...

O' God for Your strength --
My "want to"* is shallow,
Hollow,
No substance,
No ground.

I know there is more.
I see it all around...
...At a distance...
Though, 'ner coming close,
Nor crossing the invisible...
...Parameter which around me surrounds.

To You alone I cry,
No one else can bring change.
Even I let my own self down.

O' help me Dear God.

Grace and Strength to do,

To be,

To live,

To see,

To have a solid

"want to."

And...

May desires, goals,
vision, aspirations, and dreams from You alone burst forth.  I know there is more.


*inspired from a sentence in the book entitled "Made to Crave" written by Lysa TerKeurst.

Stuck

I am soooo stuck,

Saddened,

As if my world has stopped.

Try as I may to make a go of things - going places and being with people (friends of old and friends of new ) - it seems that little pans out.

I resolve to simply do what must be done day to day... care for my younger son; take care of our home, maintain yard; do my job at work well; stay in touch with older son; pray, read the Word and talk with the great Shepherd.

I praise Him, sing, think upon Him, how good He is. I thank Him from where He brought me and from all that which He delivered me. I thank Him for what I have. I pray for others and situations as they come to mind.

I "know" the saying: "You are as happy as you want to be."

I also "know" God is my help, my strength, my provider, my joy, my all, a very present help in time of trouble... and His grace is sufficient for me.

I pray the prayer of David... Oh Father "...restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation, take not Thy Holy Spirit from me." Psalm 51: 11b, 10a. And I thank Him for His grace which is all sufficient and for now and that which is to come.

Sharing from my stuck place today.

A friend told me recently she finally learned to "grow where she was planted."

Given that, I will stay where I am and continue to seek, ask, pray, and soak in the "Sonshine," and learn, by His grace, to be content.


It is certainly better than being stuck in the mud. And WHO KNOWS WHAT GOOD THINGS ARE YET TO BLOOM?