How do you turn things over to God? Start by making the choice and declaring your resolve. Simply say, “Father, I choose to let You be God of this situation. I take my hands off. I trust You.” Then, choose to worship Him. Worship is one of the best ways to set your heart and mind in the right place. You can’t worry and worship at the same time! Worship is a sign that you are trusting God; worry is a sign that you are trying to control things.
(via spiritualinspiration)
My Confession
Once again, I recognize this bloody crimson on my hands;
the same hands that are lifted high and the same hands that are stained with dirt.
Once again I am tossed back and forth in this wave,
a dance that pushes and pulls me towards and away from your arms.
I push off you and I fall, fall into this pit of brokenness,
And I find myself dancing in my pain, singing a lullaby of misfortune,
calling out for comfort, for forgiveness, for help, for strength.
And I hear nothing but the echo of my own failing:
“Why have I forsaken You?”
I hear the trampling of my own spirit resounding around me
Heavy blows that keep me down, that keep me blinded from You.
My eyes wander into despair, my body commits self destruction,
and I am convinced there is no end in sight.
As I spiral in my weakness, I am rendered useless,
a fake, a man stripped of all that makes him worthy.
This shame will never be wiped away.
I am surrounded by impossibility as I indulge in my own suffering,
in my own woe, in my old ways and in everything that I despise.
How can I fight when it is I that is against me?
How can I fight when I am blinded by my own evil?
I have failed you more times than can be counted.
I have taken your grace for granted,
I’ve traded apples for paradise.
I’ve tasted and I’ve seen, bring me back to that place once again.
Remind me that only You can save me from myself.
A Color of Your Glory
With the stroke of Your brush,
the universe was painted,
spoken words exploded into a majesty of colors,
manifested onto the canvas of creation.
The swish of green,
the green that breathes out life.
The dawn of yellow, the yellow that gleams,
giving glorious light to the black,
the black, giving nothing but darkness to a backdrop of silver.
The streak of Red to give despair, death and hope.
The roaring Blue, a rushing river that flows a continual stream of life.
And finally, the brush of violet, the splendor of royalty,
the kingdom that knows no end.
With Your brush, you have created this masterpiece,
a masterpiece to share with humanity.
Who am I to plagiarize Your story?
Who am I but a color, a color of your Glory?
For He has taken our sins away so we may live in His presence. It is no longer a war, it is a victory over death.
(Source: mercbandido)
