I am up yet again, three a.m, praying. What I hear in this weary moment? I hear, Wreck me. .I am listening, and that is the crazy that I hear in the midst of a thousand jumbled thoughts. Thoughts of, For my God He is a consuming fire... A rushing mighty Wind.: and these two work marvelously and fearfully together. in the midst of such understandings, I should be wrecked. Coal to my lips, wrecked. Humbly and beautifully wrecked. 3 a.m. and listening ,, wrecked.. And yes, I am tired. 3 a/m . was made for babies and teenagers and not for such as I. and then He reminds me yet again, that He speaks now because I am listening, and not because my mind is so full of the days chore list, that I am unaware of what he has to say, so he choses, to awaken me to... being wrecked. Ok God, wreck me. It is for certain I could use an over haul. Every day, every hour a new overhaul. I dont want to be the girl I was last year- Thank You Lord for fresh todays-. Do that NEW thang you do so well. Wreck me Good. I cannot think of anything I would rather be than broken and surrendered, oh my flesh will give a few moans, but it will have to pull up its big girl panties and adjust. I need to be wrecked. I need to not focus on what is so discouraging and realize God is encouraging me towards change. And in this crazy midnight hour, I am impressed H wants a new thing for you to, because Hunny, I aint getting up this time of day for nothing. Lets get wrecked for the Lord together then, shall we? Amen... Good morning world. Its a fresh new day. And I am thoroughly, blessed to be Broken.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 11:29:13 +0000
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