A peak inside my prayer journal

My heart had gone dry towards journaling for quite a while and any attempts were more like a couple of lines. So when this afternoon a small crack opened in the wall and a little bit flowed out, I wanted to share it with you.

Lord,

I keep thinking of Hind's Feet on High Places as You take me on this journey. Though overall I have felt out in a fog, confused, occasionally the fire I have that burns for You deep inside flares and a moment of clarity hits me and I see the firm foundation of Christ You built beneath my feet. I feel You carry me over difficult ground, I feel You hand pull me higher up jagged cliffs.

Once I was hungry for Your Word, seeking it, learning it. Yet, though I found even Greek becoming clear to me, I find myself clinging to even the first fundamentals; You are God, Jesus died for me, You chose me, You love me. That has been my manna in the desert. I've had to be satisfied with that.

All along You continued working in me and around me and through me never letting me in on it, not giving me a choice to manipulate what you were and are doing. You did it and I had to walk by faith, trusting that though I could not see, You are the Master Carpenter.

The hind went into her journey a crippled member of the Fearing family. What she didn't see was the graceful beautiful hind You were creating her to be to know no fear, to dance, bound, leap, rejoice in You and rejoice with You.

I choose by faith to believe that is what you are doing in me, crafting me, molding me creating a pure reflection, wiping away the sin that Jesus' reflection shine bright in me. I am thankful You will continue to rub and rub until all the sin has gone and it is Jesus' image not mine the world sees.

Amen