Journal Entry Stardate 082818

What do I write on a night like tonight? On the eve on adventure— again— after a retreat like it’s been? For You, O Lord, know the heart, know the gains and the shorts of it all. My folly and tears, joys and pains, sorrows and it all. None is hidden from You. Your act of love is accepting me then, bringing me here, and showing me grace upon mercy— I don’t deserve it, at all. But You say “abide.” You say to stay connected to Love— the love You are, given to me.

Why do I hide, therefore?

Why do I panic new adventures?

Where is faith in all this for Your magnitude?

“Over all” is Jesus’ status. In me, is His Spirit. I don’t have to know it or see it, yet believe it is true— He’s true— He’s truth— there’s no other.

Confusion is in the World’s Way— sin to death again and again, tumbling to misery and Satan’s whims. Is this a game to him? For he plays for keeps of a different kind. And of his game, I am opposed.

What do I write? Words that lead me to Love.

 

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David on Identity

   You are so intimately aware of me, Lord.
You read my heart like an open book
and you know all the words I’m about to speak
before I even start a sentence!
You know every step I will take before my journey even begins.
   You’ve gone into my future to prepare the way,
and in kindness you follow behind me
to spare me from the harm of my past.
With your hand of love upon my life,
you impart a blessing to me.
   This is just too wonderful, deep, and incomprehensible!
Your understanding of me brings me wonder and strength.

-King David, Psalm 139:3-6 (TPT)

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