i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i have work tomorrow.

but i need this more than sleep.

too long i've been living in fear,

my steps, have strayed, deviating slowly until i've changed a direction.

what a weekend of reminders,

truly.

starting saturday morning,

reading Rahab.

God you speak to me in the ways i love most.

you don't have to,

but you do so because you love me.

i have neglected you,

and as a result, my spirit was weakened.

by fear,

by doubt,

by disillusionment.

heal my heart again God, be my living rain.

wash me clean, refresh my spirit,

help me come back to my first love.

Passion was good God.

You were good.

may your name be glorified,

help me to live with courage, with zeal,

to live for your fame.

To glorify your name.

and a thousand hands raised to the heavens,

is a testament of the law you have written in our hearts.

long ago, it was written on the heart of a prostitute,

who beat the odds and ran to you.

and today there is a generation who love you.

help me to be a face in that generation.

with my hands raised high,

for if our God is with us, what can stand against?

this is my awakening,

my best is no longer what im settling for.

im pulling out the stops and going beyond

to what i need.

welcome me God.

i'm believing in faith, and i

AM running back

into your arms.