not understood, but LIVED

\\\ Before God could bring me to this place,
He has broken me a thousand times. I have wept.
I have groaned. I have travailed many a night until God broke me.

It seems to me that until God has mowed you down you can never have this longsuffering for others. We can never have the gifts of healing and the working of miracles in operation - only as we stand in the divine power that God gives us.

And we stand, believing God,

and having done all, we still stand ...

... believing. ( Smith Wigglesworth )

life like shattered glass

somewhere in the middle of a scream
He looked up and remembered Your promise
somewhere in the middle of a scream
He remembered Your writing His story

somewhere in shreds on a hill
God's Son remembered God's presence

"Eloi, Eloi - lama sabachtani?"

Psalm 22 : "For He has done it."

such a strange way { to save the world }

Sometimes, everything I am is wrapped up in one moment.

Usually, that moment is absolutely nonexistent. It's futuristic.
It's something for which I ache ... it is not here. Not now.

And I get so caught in hope and waiting. And I have hoped and dreamed one thing.
And nothing I can do can get me one inch closer.

I step back into silence.

Yet This I Call to Mind, and therefore I have Hope. ( Jeremiah )
And Hope does not disappoint / put us to shame. ( Romans 5 )

I call You to mind, and in my weariness I find Your strength.