Worship Journal Time, last Thursday

Faithful, God youare faith. The one who was and is to come. God this is all you've always been. I can't take this in my heart everyday. I can't pin your J on my chest everyday I fall and fall hard. I stufmble in my own boots. I walk past you and even crawl sometimes with my hands covering my eyes like a scared child. I miss you. Even when I think I've found you, it's not even your hand, it's your pinky. Give my appreciation to your works. I'm a mold of my very own. Oh the quirks you've humorously provided. Thank you. I need you. I need you here and now. I always need you. My walking into darkness feels so bleak often, yet even to be that handle to grab is such sweet relief. Some claim I do taht for them. that's not I, that's you. Thank you for this massive and most the time minuete vessel. Still trying to paint my nails to glamorize my calousses, it's making truth. Once truth is provided, ears who yearn to hear lean closer. Come Closer! Jump on my ship, we'll let His wind sail us away! I am a rubix cube, constantly trying to figure it out, whatever it is. Fumbling, struggling, aggressively desiring to throw it to the wall and break! But You oh Lord keep me turning. Discovery upon discovery, until it's memorized in my mind, then moves to my heart. I tell others of this rollercoaster to never fear. Never resist this joyous and courageous life. Do I even have the glee and strength to step on the platform? Noel take His words into your bones. Invite Him. take that aura in the garden to lead you like your mother has. Dad's been tilling the ground, pulling weeks, praying for rain. The rain comes. The rain has washed. The rain takes those seeds and brillian dances form. take his hand and dance.