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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

Hebrews 12:2