I must be honest…
I’m lost. I don’t know north from south; east from west. And the depravity of this heart in its desires is despairing. I’m a compass spinning madly with no bearing on where is right.
In the darkness of my heart, in the desires of my flesh, in the lusts of my eyes I want. I want to be more than I am. I want to have more that what has been given. I want vindication where I’ve no right to demand vindication.
I have it all wrong! Somehow I expect satisfaction. I expect my needs met. My desires fulfilled. My hopes realized. And the problem with it all is…me.
I am created. What can I know about myself? What can I spend a life time searching and find? Like a computer, or a car, or a pen, or a journal; what can I do to understand who or what I am?
Nothing. “I” is the wrong place to begin, and yet it seems to be exactly where I begin. And following I finds me nowhere save for in a place of empty, hopeless, despair nursing old wounds and discovering new ones.
What is my purpose? The answer is properly understood looking not to myself but to God; my Creator and my Redeemer. Perhaps I should stop looking to myself for all the answers. And by perhaps I should, I mean I NEED TAKE MY STUPID EYES OFF OF ME AND LOOK TO OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN.
O Lord, my God, have mercy on me a sinner. Kill me, so that only You remain. Teach me Your ways, O Lord, that any who see me instead see only You! I’m a fool. I’m an idolater. Lord all I have I don’t, but rather they are all Yours. Let them proclaim only You.
Lord I have no fellowship to call my own. Brothers or Sisters in whom I can rest with in Your Joy. No mentor to point me back to You when I fall. Lord it is so lonely here. Let Your voice be louder than any other. Let Your Word be with me ALWAYS.
Bring me, Lord, nearer and nearer to You.
I hate who I am apart from You.
Amen.
O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord…
Tags: broken, Despair, Jesus, screaming at myself
3 September 2009 at 3:58 am
I was listening to Hezekiah Walker’s song God favoured me. He talks about despite what haters did to him, God still favoured him. While listening, I realised that my greatest hater is my flesh.
Father Lord, I commit my body unto. You and ask that I focus on pleasing you rather than satisfy the desires of my flesh in Jesus Name.