Thanksgiving Prayer

Today life seems so fragile. It feels hard to swallow and yet I am reminded of Your faithfulness, Your enduring love, Your sacrifice for which I am ever thankful.

In the midst of trials, questions and tribulations, I trust You, oh LORD. I trust that Your Word is hidden in my heart. I trust that You will never leave me nor forsake me though I leave and forsake you daily. You, oh LORD, are not like man or woman. You alone are God. You alone are worthy. You alone are holy.

I come before You foolishly baring a small fragment and meek understanding of love because it is all that I have to give to You. I humbly lay it at your feet. I lay it not as repayment for a debt that I cannot repay. I bring this love because you loved us first and that LOVE so moves me to give unto You.

Praise be to God. All thanks and thanksgiving be unto You, oh LORD.

Free Write

I had the oddest dream last night,
You moved my desk for me.
You claimed that the move was supposed to be encouraging,
Outraged I began questioning,
More like spanish inqusitioning,
None the less,
It ended with you chasing me,
Debating me,
We were undoubtedly arguing.
I woke up remembering,
This had been my idea in the first place,
I feel like we need to grow seperately,
Truth is I'm still struggling with the things that you say and do to me,
You tell me its not happening,
But I'm still questioning the truth of your statements matched up with your actions.
I understand that this is all confusing,
And likely frustrating,
But I'm no longer sure if its worth waiting.

Simply Put

I sit waiting for the pen to hit the paper,
Anticipating the moment when a thought worth writing spills from this ink,
But this crowded coffee shop doesn't leave much room to think,
Not to mention the one who sits across from me,
Your presence beating, poking, prodding my existence,
And suddenly I am pissed.
Pissed because I'm not sure which synapse or neuron in my brain miss fired when I asked my body to turn off this chemical imbalance that makes me want you,
I'd let you go but every time I turn to rid myself of you its like trying to breath with a hand cupped tightly over my mouth,
And so I sit akwardly,
Waiting to exhale,
Holding my breath,
And this crowded coffee shop already knows what I'm thinking,
They say "don't hold your breath" as if to say "don't bet your life on it" but these things could be said with much more ease and much less sarcasm if you would simply say,
"I can't" or "it'll never happen" or simply put "NO"