Reflections of the heart

June 27, 2011

Take my life...

And let it be yours...

Im so sick of being so sick of not being completely consumed with being after my FATHERS business.
I'm not the kind of girl who is easily silenced.
I have an opinion on just about everything and I can easily tell you what you are doing right or wrong.
I can easily look at the faults and flaws of the Church and society and people.
I allow my days to be "bad" simply because of how things went and what I did or didn't get.
I'm spoiled.
I whine far too much mentally.
I turn my nose up when I see a girl dressed scandalous rather than seeking to witness or pray for her.
I annoy myself by how wicked my heart can be sometimes.
I suck at applying the bible to my life but boy do I know it well.
I accept all fall short yet I cant stand it when I do.
Sometimes I feel I am living a lie.
At work I don't mind gossiping at times but at Church you would sicken me if you did.
I'm twofaced with my lord at times.
I want to get along with my worldly friends and family and hesitate when the truth needs to be spoken.
I care far too much about what you think of me.
No. I am not at a point where I have surrendered myself completely to Christ.

Because surrender requires work.
And as you can see I have become far to busy and distracted in this world and what it has rather than working out my salvation with fear and trembling.
I want to be used but I won't use HIM.
HIS word.
HIS promises.
HIS cross which has defeated evil already.

I need you oh lord! Each hour I need you. Each moment I need you. Each day on this earth is meaningless without you. So help me GoD...
Help your child.
Your beloved.
Your princess.
Your daughter.
The one whom you loved first.
Help her because she is so week in spirit.
Because she can't help herself.
Because she is dieing to fly on your wings. To be carried far from herself.

Bring my heart into true fellowship with you father.

Hear my cry oh God
Give heed to.my prayer
From the end of the earth I cry out
Let me dwell with you forever
In the shelter of your wings...

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