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Father, I have lost my joy
Life has sapped me of my strength, just life in general
I try to sit before You, but I’m distracted, fidgety, restless
Your Word is Living and Active, sharper than any two-edged sword
and, well frankly, I think I need some cutting, some removal of what stands between us
You know what those things are better than I
Your Word pierces, cuts though all the pretense, all the shams, all the masks
dividing soul and body, joints and marrow, discerning my thoughts and intentions
I can’t conjure joy, any more than I could conceive a child without my husband
I am helpless to reignite my Passion for You, I come to You and just Cry out
More of You, More of who You are, Less of me, Dear God, Less of me
I must Decrease, You must Increase
As the Morning Mist obscures the Landscapes in the Dawning hours of the Day
So my future is hidden from me, and I must lean upon the One who holds it
The One who has never failed me in the Past, who enables me to endure the Present
and who promises to guide me into a future of plans for good, plans to give me hope.
And so I wait upon You, My Father, Holy Spirit, Redeeming Christ
You are both the Author of my Faith, and its Perfecter
I sit here and simply abide in You
Am in prayer for you. Just noting the difference in your view of life since you went off your meds. TOTALLY UNDERSTAND YOUR REASON FOR DOING SO THOUGH AND AM NOT JUDGING – just an observation,
When does Bruce get back from Houston? Of course, from the weather forecast I see, Baltimore may not be too much better for you.
Let me know of any specific prayer needs. Blessings, Mom
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