boiling point

Its hard to remember that life is full, that life is good, when life is unraveling at the seams. I'm in a wilderness. I'm alone and unattended. I'm in the city square, exposed and afraid, with everyone looking, everyone knowing and no one saying a word. This is what it means to follow your god and carry His presence in the midst of the bitter and the proud. To shine and smell of Heaven when no one wants Heaven at all. My final frontier in this place is to stretch out my tent and strengthen my stakes in the power of my God to rescue me and to bring me better and lasting possessions. He is bringing into focus my next step. I will not be satisfied until I reach that height.

Praise be to His name. Praise be to His authority to work all things for my good. He will protect me with His blood sacrifice and lead me to the place of abundance. Blessed is he who fears the Lord.

at Your feet

How I love you, my God my Lord. I could waste away all day in Your presence, drinking in all of Your majesty and intimacy. I have loved You as long as I have memory; from my little crib I remember You. And now I bring to You my life, my joy and myself. I want nothing more from You than who You are. I want to live with You in Your house and feast with You at Your table with those also who love you with an undying devotion. In this quietness is power. You have given me the weapons to dispossess kingdoms. Together the three of us will dismantle earthly thrones and bring back the bounty to Your Kingdom. This one thing we desire: to dwell with You where You may be found.

And from what I can gather, You have an amazing little apartment on the UWS! I love you so much, Jesus! I have no other option but to sit at Your feet!