if my heart has one ambition
if my soul one goal to seek
this my solitary vision:
'till i only dwell in Thee.
:: hymn // brooke fraser ::
to the Lover of my soul, the Authour of my story,
i'm walking a calling, something You gave me. something You pressed into my hands the moment before You sent me earth-bound and whispered, remember to use this.
and now i use it, or at least, i'm trying. i'm grasping at napkins and ink pens, whatever my fingers can find to etch the words that stir like snow in the wind behind my eyes.
so here i am, on my knees with words piling up around me.
hear my exhale.
guide my hand to write the Glory
guard my soul to write the Right
grip the pen when i'm too weak to do it myself.
let my words be mighty, let my words be Yours.
the worlds i invent, the lives i create, may they be filled with Your Light
and so here i am, just as i am, ink-stained hands raised up. because oh Lord Jesus, i am scared. there is transparency here, the see-through openness that somehow seems to bleed onto the pages. and i am laying myself bare, the deep parts, the aching and beautiful parts. the Glory visible can lead to pain.
this is trusting You with all of me, every corner, even the dust.
so be it.