Holding On.

Jesus. You are the only thing that I have to hope for any more. There is none other than You can take me and fulfill your promise in me. Your Life is the only Life.

I become so broken and frustrated and angry because my flesh cannot fit through the narrow passages your love begs to take me through. Your hidden places are only hidden because I have refused to shed the weight it takes to endure the long journey. I have to squeeze through this narrow pass, but my pockets are too stuffed with bread. I can't even squeeze sideways because my wallet is too full, and I ate too much at the last stop - afraid I would not know when I would eat again.

Finally I think I am beginning to understand the meaning of 'give it all away', and now I think I can genuinely ask, 'Lord, take it all away'.

You are good, and your mercy is good, and your promise is pure that your Word will be fulfilled - even to the last stroke.

'Glory in the highest, peace on earth and good will toward all men. This is the will of God on the earth through THE Christ, Jesus, for all of His sons and daughters.'

There is none like Him. There is none like You, oh God, Maker of heaven and earth and beyond. There is no man who has created a moment of divinity, nor schemed a plan so perfect that his creation screamed his praise for a second.

OH GOD OF HEAVEN. YOUR NAME ALONE IS HOLY. YOUR NAME ALONE IS HIGHER THAN THE REST. THERE IS NO OTHER EXPLANATION FOR THIS CREATION IN WHICH WE EXIST - YOU ARE. YOU WERE. AGAIN YOU WILL BE FOREVER AND EVER.

My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, yet wholly lean on Jesus name. On Christ the solid ROCK I stand, all other ground is sinking sand. ALL other ground is sinking sand.