Monday, February 27, 2012

It's You



But as for me, I will always have hope;
I will praise you more and more.
My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
of your salvation all day long,
though I know not its measure.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign LORD;
I will proclaim your righteousness, yours alone.
My lips will shout for joy
when I sing praise to you -
I, whom you have redeemed.


There is a light in the dark
That's come to make us new
Come to heal our hearts
God it's You

There is a hope for the weak
That's come to show us the truth
Come to be all we need
God it's You

God of all creation
King of all the nations
The universe declares His praise
Can you hear it rising
Over the horizon
Come and join redemption's song
It's You
God it's You

You are the light in the dark
You've come to make us new
Come to heal our hearts
God it's You
God it's You

God of all creation
King of all the nations
The universe declares His praise
Can you hear it rising
Over the horizon
Come and join redemption's song
It's You
God it's You

You are worthy
You are worthy
You are worthy, God
You are worthy
You are worthy
You are worthy, God

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Surrender

I've been thinking a lot about surrender and what that really means. What does that look like practically in every day life? Does it mean completely letting go of dreams? Does it mean defeat and loss? Does it mean giving up completely on desires that run deeply to the core of our hearts?

We hold so tightly to the thought of one day. We try to imagine what it would be like if all our chasings and strivings suddenly would all come together. What would happen if that windfall actually came? What if all our planning actually panned out the way we wanted every step of the way? What if one day finally arrived, and we could be who think we want to be; do what we think we want to do; be with who we think we want to be with. Our dreams of one day turned into reality.

Much of the time the things we hold on to the tightest are those inmost longings. We yearn for something or someone to fill a void...that deep ache of the soul. We scramble to do anything and everything to orchestrate the outcome the way we believe is best. But even when we're just simply waiting on God and praying earnestly like we're "supposed to do", that once truly healthy desire can become an obsession and morph into an ugly oppressive mental trap that eats away at our resolve and robs us of our joy.
Doubts form.
Resentment builds.
Bitterness starts taking root.

I like to think I know what's best for me, but really, I don't have a clue. It's like I keep trying to shove that square peg into that confounded round hole, wonder why nothing seems to work right, and then have the audacity to keep pushing. Maybe I'm supposed to eventually fulfill that dream of filling that space, but until I'm willing to surrender that square peg and allow God to guide me in His good timing, it's only going to be futile and frustrating.


Surrender. I don't think it necessarily means completely giving up on God given dreams and desires. But I do think it means allowing God access to those sacred places that we're not willing to let go of and offering them to Him. Laying them at His feet and relinquishing control. Declaring Thy will be done and really meaning it, because He has promised:
I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them.

I'm starting to realize that surrender is God's antidote to the cage we create for ourselves as we plan for one day. I'm beginning to experience surrender as something completely liberating. I want to trust my life in God's hands...the God who controls the universe. I want that freedom that's found in surrendering my mediocre way of doing things and embracing His perfect plans and His way of accomplishing them. God's way is always, always better.

Blessed is the man who fears the LORD,
who finds great delight in his commands.
Even in darkness light dawns for the upright,
for the gracious and compassionate and righteous man.
Surely he will never be shaken;
a righteous man will be remembered forever.
He will have no fear of bad news;
his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD.
His heart is secure, he will have no fear;
in the end he will look in triumph on his foes.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

When It Becomes Real...


To sit within the isolation of I'm the only one is oppressive.
To feel the burden of I'm the only one is overwhelming.
To live life believing I'm the only one is a bleak and lonely existence.

But when we're willing to let down our guard
...that's when it becomes real.

When we invite someone into that partitioned inner sanctum of our soul
...that's when it becomes real.

When we reveal that sacred hidden place we can't let anyone see
...that's when it becomes real.

When we uncover the dirt we've tried so hard to beautify
...that's when it becomes real.

When we openly shed tears of grief and pour out our true heart's cry
...that's when it becomes real.

Friendship becomes real, and subsequently, I'm the only one loses its debilitating grip.

Together brings an instant sense of relief and peace. Friendships like no other form out of shared anguish and are bound as battles are fought together side by side. We aren't alone in our struggles. In our fears. Our hurts. Our worries. In our past mistakes.

When we're tempted to listen to the lie of I'm the only one, I pray that we remember the reality found through true friendships. And even when our earthly friendships fall short, I pray that we remember that our faithful Father will never fail us. We are never, ever alone...