Because I long for a
flat on my face,
you are Mine,
come to Jesus
that heals me in an instant, evaporates my insecurity and fears, quiets the voices with way too much clout and explodes in my heart a huge amount of confidence in God’s Love for me..so much that it barely fits and changes me forever.
Turns my ears inside out and pins my tongue to the roof of my gaping mouth.
Yeah, just that.
Because it turns out that all the insecurity, second guessing, nagging, self-crushing critical voices in my head, regrets and haunting failures are just rubbish.
A crying shame gathered together and intertwined in an ugly mess.
They can be tossed off the flying deck, dead weight no longer hindering the full speed ahead to Your ferocious Embrace.
To freedom. To peace. To bold confidence in the Father’s Love.
I want a monumental focus change, away from me and high definition on You, Your Goodness, Your Majesty and Power,
Your unstoppable Sacrifice which is MY saving Grace.
I am good, because You made me that way.
I love…because You first loved me.
I can’t earn or lose Your Love no matter what I do or don’t do.
If I could just stop looking down and keep looking up; His love for me is more a reflection of His Goodness and His Perfect Love than anything I can accomplish. That doesn’t undermine my value…it underlines it.
God knows I’m weak and He’s not looking for me to confess my weakness, but rather He wants me to recognize it and unite my feeble attempts to His Sacrifice, infusing my efforts with His Saving power, realizing His Presence inside of me.
Remembering that I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. (Phil 4:13) For His Glory, not my pride.
Lord, speak to my heart, stop me from second guessing, help me to be confident in Your Plan, Your Provision, and first and foremost, Your Love for me. Amen.
I don’t like riddles…maybe because I’m dismal at them. Even if I’ve actually heard the riddle before, I probably won’t be able to spout the right answer, just like that. It just doesn’t excite me that much to be that kind of clever.
That said, I’ve just kind of realized that all this time, I’ve been assuming that God likes them. That God likes to talk to us in riddles and that He chooses to reveal His Plans for us in little broken pieces and clues and He waits with trepidation to see if we can actually figure out the big puzzle before us.
I don’t think that God speaks in riddles…unless maybe you like that sort of thing.
I don’t think that that’s the kind of Father He is, waiting for us to prove ourselves, testing us every step of the way.
He has a plan for my life and while He may reveal it to me in small pieces, it’s probably only because the big plan would overwhelm me. He knows that too much information can crush me, paralyze me in my tracks and He knows I already worry too much about what is to come.
He isn’t trying to trick me or stump me and He doesn’t want me to get discouraged or lose hope on the way.
He’s my Loving Father who gently pushes me up the hills and picks me up when I stumble down them. (How’s that for my take on the Good Shepherd Psalm?)
He takes joy in my triumphs and His Heart breaks with mine when I fall.
He also knows me better than anyone…what grabs my attention, what ignites my passion and what paralyzes me with fear. He knows how I learn and He knows the yearning in my heart. He can stage or tailor His Message for the best results, assuming I’m open, I’m looking and I’m listening.
I think He wants to tell me something. I’m going to go and listen.
What’s He telling you?
first appeared over at CatholicMom
I’ve been going to Mass at least once a week for over 44 years. Even with the New Translation of 2011, the text of the Mass is pretty familiar…or is it?
The truth is, I don’t always hear the beautiful words of the Mass. It’s true I’m a little hearing impaired, but I think it’s quite possible for most of us to glaze over and not listen intently to the words of the priest. Heck, it seems like sometimes even the priest can glaze over a little bit and speed-read the prayers of the Mass, taking for granted the wisdom and the diligence of our Church to carefully choose these beautiful and meaningful words invoking the Holy Spirit, rounding up the Faithful and transubstantiating the very Body and Blood of Jesus Christ out of mere bread and wine.
When was the last time you really listened to all the words of the Eucharistic prayer? Even our responses can be kind of rote. We can rattle off the Apostles Creed…the very collection of beliefs we should be able to stake our lives on….as flippantly as we respond “fine thanks, how are you?”
I don’t want to be negative or critical or judgmental…especially knowing how deeply and how quickly I fall short of virtuous or spiritually-disciplined. But I’d feel better if I had some practical tips to put in place to help me and my family participate more deliberately and consciously in Mass.
These aren’t flakey suggestions. These are resolutions to delve in deeper at Mass…starting with me and my family and they’re posted all right out there in the open at Equipping Catholic Families here: 9 Resolutions.
Check it out?