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Friday, March 16, 2018

I Choose You



Lord, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I don’t concern myself with matters too great or too awesome for me to grasp.
—Psalm 131:1 (NLT)


You call me to do things that seem beyond my strength and ability. I’m so thankful that, in times of weakness, you give me all that I need to accomplish your desire. Often what lies ahead overwhelms my heart, but your will is all that matters. Often others do not understand, and I feel stripped, alone, and vulnerable. It is in that moment that I realize that you are all I need. You were stripped of all support for me. Now you are my constant support and my constant strength. You carry me through fire with your joy still alive and strong. You carry me safely through deep waters that would drown me if you were not my anchor and shield. You are my strong and mighty tower that endures through every moment of life.

Lord, keep me from a prideful spirit. Keep me on your altar until my heart is so broken that it remains forever pliable in your hands. I don’t want to have my way, Lord. I want yours, and I seek it. I won’t be concerned over things that are too deeply complicated at this time for me to grasp. I know my life is only a small part of your greater plan. I trust you to take care of that which is beyond me. I let go of self that hinders and keeps me from greater reliance on you. I trust you over any perceived promise. I trust you over anything my human mind conceives. I love you, Lord, more than anything else. Thank you. You are God, and I am not. You are my Savior, and I am not. I never create or save. I pray to always be your available instrument, but, thankfully, I am free because I know that you are in control. Thank you for believing in me when I can’t believe in myself. I choose to believe who you are in me. Self is on the altar, and even though self wants to be picked up, I leave her there. And I choose you.

—Form Me, Fire Me, Fill Me
© 2017 Lynn Lacher
www.lynnlacher.com



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