January 8, 2015

Stay With Me

I'm afraid of myself.

Does it go without saying? The way I run and run, always like I'm being chased.

Who is chasing me?

No one, when I really look. It's an empty forest, and the fear is coming from within.

I'm afraid of the way I run. Panic always seems to be my companion, and if I'm not doubting, I'm dissatisfied.

What am I doing?

Where can I find rest?

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls." 
              Matthew 11:28-29

Oh Lord, how can I be so cowardly to doubt Your mercy? In doing so, I am the one who stabs myself and twists the knife. I am my own death-sentence.

How can the hardest part of life be accepting a love freely given?

We run and we burn, catching on fire like the sky at dusk.

Hold me Lord, when words won't comfort.

Please, let me stay here for a while.

I don't need words anymore. I don't need prose.

Stay with me.

For a little while.


Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 



  1. Beautiful. Just beautiful. <3

  2. Beautiful words. Very thought provoking :)
    - F - www.elevatorbrain.blogspot.co.uk

  3. Ohh, don't we all need this? The reminder that the only thing we're running from is ourselves, and our God, who loves us desperately and beautifully and powerfully and just wants us to come to Him. And how beautiful it is when we DO come to Him. For His love is strong and beautiful and overwhelming. I was reading old entries in my journal today (most amusing) and Past Me wrote this to Present Me: "Habakkuk 1:5. Read it." Thankfully Present Me took Past Me's advice and I read it.

    "Look among the nations, and see; wonder and be astounded. For I am doing a work in your days that you would not believe if told."

    He is doing a work in our days, in our lives. He is moving, here and now, working every day to further His great kingdom. This is the God who loves us, this is the God we desperately want to trust, yet we seem to fall back to trusting ourselves instead (?!?!?!?!?!?!?????).

    And then grace steps in once again, and God continues to love us despite the fact that we are running from Him and from ourselves. Because do you ever think that when we are running from ourselves, we are running from Him? When we are scared of ourselves, we are scared of Him? He makes His dwelling in us, and maybe, just maybe, that is what we are afraid of.

    And yet, He is perfect love and He casts out fear, if we will only let Him.

    Okay, done rambling about things that probably don't make too much sense outside of my brain.


      I'm thankful beyond measure for you, beloved sister.


  4. No words can describe how beautiful this is.

  5. Gorgeous, lovely, refreshing words. I'm so glad I read this. I needed the reminder.

  6. This took my breath away. Daring, you are magic.


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