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Never Losing The Light: Weary and Worn Mariner

weary of warfare Oh, Beloved, I see how weary you have become.
You have warred a “good warfare” but there is a limit to all that body, mind, and spirit can take.
Day (and especially) at night—your enemy mercilessly attacks.
You wonder at your despair?
You wonder, “Why hasn’t this changed yet?
Where is my relief?”—yes?
Yes.
But Sweetheart, you have heard me say to you many times, “I am coming.”
I AM!
Do not give up your hope just as the battle turns!
I see what you cannot, for I see what transpires here in the Heavens, a great and mighty conflict is being waged.
Many souls hang in the balance.
You do not see in your present darkness all that is depending on you—and your faith!
My word to you today is, “Hang on!”
Hang on My child.
Yes, I AM coming.
Your life, your calling, your destiny, all are being decided as this warfare rages.
Do as you have been doing.
Run to Me!
Pour out your heart.
Cast all your failure and lonliness and fear at my feet.
As I rise from My throne to lift you up, I shall place my omnipotent foot upon your enemies neck!
weary mariner“For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”
Jeremiah 29:11

Seems that God is looking more for ways to get us home than for ways to keep us out. I challenge you to find one soul who came to God seeking grace and did not find it.

—Max Lucado, “When God Whispers Your Name”

Weary Wondering

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Show me LORD.

Show me.

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Have I missed it? Have I understood the wrong thing all this time? Am I standing in the wrong line?

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I’m wondering at it all—and You?
(Silence.)

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Am I waiting on You?

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Or… are You waiting on me?

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I don’t remember where or when this silence started but, where will it end?

It’s Spring. Resurrection is in the air. Flowers and trees and birds are nice—but what I think I need is a resurrection in us.

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My hope is buried. (Of that I have no doubt.) What I’m wondering…
Is there something left under all that mess?
Is there yet a crocus for all this sand?

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Dead dreams indeed! This tomb, my heart. Perhaps I have turned to stone and yet, I keep my sentry post.

Why?

Why guard this heap of cold gray rock?

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This road I thought I could endure?
Too long, too weary, I’ve become!
And all I’ve left—this tiny spark.

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This smoldering wick stands on Your promise in weary wondering…

(Can a stone yet speak?)

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The DREAM~MAKER’S Promise:

“O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You. In a dry and thirsty land. Where there is no water.” Psalm 63:1 NKJV

The Caterpillar’s Prayer:

Oh Father, I’m too tired to pray.

Besides, I no longer know what I should pray for. The length of this journey has made me sick at heart.

All I can think is “Help me LORD… please, help me!”