In my heart...

In a SOMBER-mood—my heart is in PEACE, my mind is in chaos.
My eyes are in tears—joy and pain parting.
My spirit is in thirst—my voice, my hands, my all—in praise.
Not a bargain to get something, a request for strengthening.

I realize, the more I try to seek God’s will, the more I lose control of my life,
But the more selfless, too, and the more tranquility my spirit gains, that amidst the weariness knocking my heart this very moment; it’s like a shielded heart, though—as if in a shell protected from worries and fear.
My mind, though, I hope is as shielded. It’s more vulnerable, easier to distract.

Uncertainty is in the air, but I chose to worship—sing, write, edit photos to inject meaning [that could reflect your glory in creating me]—using my all. I am Yours, I surrender all. My life, my plans, my past and my future. Today, I know the meaning of the cliché “when CHRIST is removed in the word CHRISTIAN, I-A-N be left stands for I Am Nothing.” For I am nothing without You, but with you, I am who you want me to be—the one in your mind when you were creating me; the one with Your purpose. And with that purpose I will live—seeking ways to make you smile, to belong to Your family, to be like You [no matter the process will be a lifetime], to serve using everything You had and will be giving me, and to share the burden of sharing about You.

This is me without pretension—see me straight to my heart. Seek, you will see I have nothing to conceal today. Yes, you will see desire, for You told me its for me—You know how I wanted to claim it, and I’m claiming it. But…what was that…(?), a choice, a comfort-er or a[nother] test?

As the song goes,
“…though I may not understand,
All the plans you have for me,
My life is in your hand, and through eyes oif faith I can clearly say: [that] God is good, all the time…”

My life is in Your hand, indeed! All I wanted is to give you praise using the SHAPE you had given me. Amen