Dying To Myself

thank you for letting go of me... for setting me free from the choice

I feel lonely at times, yet I am learning to praise God. He has given me so much ' life and more abundantly'. I would not trade the joy, the learning, and the experiences i have now for anything. Knowing that i am in His will is contentment that is far beyond what doing my own thing could ever bring.Although i experience pain and weakness, in this corner I work for the Lord and the Lord works on me. There are still work to be done for God, even when my health and strength fail. I will hope continually. My mouth shall tell of His righteousness. As the years years add up, His faithfullness to me multiplies and i couldn't ask for more. Still, my little wars come and go, exceedingly anxious about my heart but i fight on the front lines of desire and longings.. I pull myself away, with head lowered and heart aching for the power to believe that in giving up all these games, i will not lose a step ( as He withholds no good thing). I still hear the enemy's shouts, trying to convince me that my retreat is in vain, yet i have chosen somehow to keep silent in my world of feelings and dreams, wishes and desires, and to lay them down at the altar of God, walking away believing there are, indeed, higher stakes in all of these than mere desires.

:: I thought letting go is to stop hoping, but then I realized that it's not, we can actually still hope! But why hope in men when men fall? Our hope must be in the Lord. He alone is our Hope.