Mist on the window....... I watched as my windshield changed and transformed itself right in front of my e yes.

The vapor changed to mist. The mist was overtaken by droplets. The droplets morphed into drops- which hugged each other and turned into rivets of water. Th e tiny manageable mist suddenly took over my view until all that was seen was bl urry. The things in front of me were lost now due to the very thing I had ignore d earlier- the sprinklings of rain. In prayer I cried and languished before the Lord. How could I have let things sl ip in God? I was busy pulling down cobwebs and dust and look at one corner of my heart to see utter disaster. Things that had been building there for days. I wa nted have room to breathe so I quickly ran to the other side to find the same th ing. How had "self" managed to get a hold of me? How did my plans and my desires build such quick yet shaky foundations? I quickly heard the holder of my heart command me to clean out any thing that HE was not attached to. Anything that could bare the resemblance of "Cylinda", her agenda, her lists, and her plans. There had to be a full cleaning, a scraping, a rebuilding. Cries left my heart, I hung my head in shame over the awkward hurt and humiliati on that flooded my soul. It was becoming apparent to me that all along HE had a better plan. Once I got rid of me- and all of "my junk" had been removed there w as finally enough room. Room for him to step in. To bring the lifting of the loa d, to bring the balm of Gilead that I had been bleeding for. I I I I stand stand stand stand naked- but not unclothed. alone- but not forgotten. cleansed- but with his coal of anointing on my tongue. willing and ready for his perfect will to be done.

I hated packing up all of my plans, my dreams, my aspirations and giving them ba ck to HIM. I had arranged them so nicely and had even basked in the homey way I had set them up just right. The journey of giving is one of life's hardest journeys. Giving away a book, a m isplaced toy, a discarded gift- that is not hard at all- but giving of one's wil l - now that's a different story. It is a story that is worth the read for when he takes over he truly become the author and finisher of our faith. May you stand triumphant in HIM today. "Create in me a clean heart oh God and renew a right spirit within me." Ps. 51: 10

Sign up to vote on this title
UsefulNot useful