This is who I am: Category For Jehovah

Sometimes what I want to say has already been written

Rebecca — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 07:39:00 -0500

Word Of God Speak

Mercy Me

I’m finding myself at a loss for words

And the funny thing is it’s okay

The last thing I need is to be heard

But to hear what You would say

Word of God speak

Would You pour down like rain

Washing my eyes to see

Your majesty

To be still and know

That You’re in this place

Please let me stay and rest

In Your holiness

Word of God speak

I’m finding myself in the midst of You

Beyond the music, beyond the noise

All that I need is to be with You

And in the quiet hear Your voice

Word of God speak

Would You pour down like rain

Washing my eyes to see

Your majesty

To be still and know

That You’re in this place

Please let me stay and rest

In Your holiness

Word of God speak

Would You pour down like rain

Washing my eyes to see

Your majesty

To be still and know

That You’re in this place

Please let me stay and rest

In Your holiness

Word of God speak

I’m finding myself at a loss for words

And the funny thing is it’s okay

More Bad Poetry but That's Ok Because I Know He Likes It.

Rebecca — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:53:00 -0500

You breathe.

I inhale.

Your breath gives me breath. Your mercy sustains me. You are here.

My heart is elsewhere, dwelling on things not of You.

I slip. I stumble. I fall into your outstretched hand.

I want to feel shame, but You have removed it from me.

I am justified because You made a way.

You set me upright. I step toward You.

I feel Your smile in the basement of my heart. It lights up Your whole house.

I exhale.

Breath by breath, I experience Your eternity. It is here. It is now.

We are one.

Hallelujah!

You are doing.

Rebecca — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 11:05:00 -0500

You are pouring out your mercy on all creation while You prepare to execute final justice.

You are painting a beautiful day.

You are with me, constantly keeping my heart true.

You are far away, constantly keeping the planets on their paths.

You are weeping with the oppressed.

You are rejoicing over found sheep.

With Your loving arms You are embracing the lonely, whispering to them “you are not alone.”

You are giving all wisdom and knowledge.

You are giving every breath of life.

You are continually creating through that which You’ve already brought into being.

I saw Your sunrise this morning. It was brilliant. A new masterpiece, different from all the sunrises on the countless mornings preceding.

You are giving sight to those who are seeking and You are speaking to those who are listening.

I am aching to know You, and You are counting me among those who are seeking and those who are listening.

You are being gracious beyond my comprehension.

Relationship

Rebecca — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 09:53:00 -0500

A moment exists.

I am there with You, L-rd.

For a second, we are together in the garden. Nothing is hidden, and You speak openly to me. You clothe me in Your Love and I am unaware of any lack within myself. There is no fear, no contention, no panic, no sorrow. I have no knowledge of these things. You exhale and the sweetness of your breath lingers.

Now exists. Forever now.

In Now, I experience the fullness, the satisfaction, the completion that comes with the awareness of Your Presence.

Your presence. Out of time.

In time, I am still bound in this earthly skin.

I hated.

Then, I forgot you were there. For five minutes, I hated. It was Your Image, and I hated it.

I hated You.

How could I have hated You, L-rd?

Beauty. Love. Perfection. Mercy. Justice.

I hated them all.

You hold me in Your hand. I raise my wet eyes to your face and seek something I do not know.

You forgive. You forget that I hated You.

You make me remember Beauty, Love, Perfection, Mercy, Justice.

You make me remember Your Presence.

I am nothing.

You make me excellent for You.

Untitled

Rebecca — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 22:00:00 -0500

Jehovah.

Your spirit speaks to me with higher language. Silently you steal upon me in the soft starlight. You made the starlight. I am stilled.

You sit with me.

The stillness of Your being is powerful. Your constant calm washes over me. I am at rest in You.

In the silence of the evening, in the cool calm still, you are with me. We are together. We are being. I am in Your presence; You surround mine. Peace.

We are together, in quiet communion, being. We are in the same space and the same time. Your beauty beckons me.

You brush a strand of hair from my face so you can see those eyes you created a little more clearly, even though you intimately know them. In that moment, I know that I am beautiful.

The evening earth is our constant companion, yet my soul only hears, only feels, only knows you. Singular. Special. You. You give Your beauty to me.

Wonder fills and fulfills me.

Then, in a fleeting moment I find myself exposed and terrified because I have failed this day and every other to attain the level of obedience that Your perfection is due. As the hot and painful tears fill my eyes and I look into Yours, I do not fear Your wrath. I only fear losing You. Then you take my hand into Yours, and, brushing my tears away, You hold me.

My heart ceases to question.

You will never leave me. I will always have Your perfect and unending love.

Take My Life - Even the Ugly

Rebecca — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 00:04:00 -0500

You promised me a heart of flesh. I’ve been looking at my heart lately, searching for the tiniest trace of the fleshy, living heart you promised. If it is what you promised, then why is it that wherever I look in my heart, all I find is stone?

Hard. Cold. Stone.

Do I care about my fellow man? Not really. Do I love my enemies? No, not really, no. Do I live like I know I should be living? Somewhat, probably out of habit. I mean, it’s not like I’ve gone off the deep end, but it’s not like I’m doing anything other than treading water.

I sing your praises on my way to and from work, but my heart’s not really in it. It’s pretty much lipservice at this point, and I know it. Do I care right now? Not really.

I’ve tried to try but that isn’t working. And not trying anything isn’t working either. I thought I was up against my will, but I’m not so sure anymore. I think I’m facing something different, and I have NO CLUE what it is and quite frankly, I don’t know that I’m that interested in really finding out, because I’m not really trying. You know that.

What I do know is this. I know you want all of me. The good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly. So I’m giving it to you, here and now.

You can have it. You can have all the cynical, the sarcastic, the road-weary, the apathetic, the angry, the frustrated, the bored-out-of-my-mind-with-life-in-general. You can have it all, because I know that eventually, you’ll make sense of it, and you’ll make something beautiful from it.

I can’t do that.

You can.

Do it. It’s all yours.