Are You Happy With God Alone?

Are you happy with Me alone?
If I never granted another personal wish
All your dreams and aspirations inside
Never to be seen and glorified.

Watching others receive blessings from Me
Their smiles and laughter… their tears of joy
While your dreams run away from you
Like sand slipping through your fingers.

Are you happy with Me alone?
If I never said “I love you” again
Which doesn’t mean that I don’t
But could you withstand My silence?

As I used you to only bless others
While your dreams, I knocked by the wayside
Could you trust Me as I stand
Wanting you to commit your very life to Me
Your living essence to Me and to Me alone.

Are you happy with Me alone?
If I allowed every possession to be taken
Like I allowed in My servant Job’s situation
With only your life intact?

Unknown Fear

I know you’re out there
I’ve felt you most of my life…
Lurking around the corners and in the shadows
Slithering your way into my mind.
For so long you’ve kept me running
Running away from where I was supposed to be
Running away from things I was supposed to see
You kept me so afraid that I missed so many opportunities.
You were always unknown… but somehow I knew who you were.
“What if I can’t do it?” You’d whisper in my ear.
“What if I fail?”
I used to buy into your manipulating suggestions
And your downright bullying
Anytime I tried to press through.
I remember how I used to feel… so afraid
Like I couldn’t do anything but fail.
I felt so inadequate… so small
Unprepared.
Vulnerable… naked.
Yes. I remember how you used to make me feel
Like I was supposed to live my whole life in you…
Fear.
You lied to me! But that’s what you do.
Never would I have guessed in a thousand lifetimes
That it is really you who are afraid.
Terrified of me – That I would fulfill the exact purpose
For which I was created.

Keep Pressing

What? You thought it was going to get easier with each step along the path? As you approach the Enemy’s Camp did you think they’d just welcome you with open arms and let you through? You didn’t think about the fact that they hold all the keys and guard all the doors. If you want out – if you want to be free – then you’ve got to go to the core of that Camp to where the door to your freedom and the door to your bondage lie shut.

What? You thought this was going to be easy? Well it’s not. But keep pressing! What the Enemy doesn’t want you to realize is that the closer you get to your freedom the more afraid they become – so they will do whatever they can to keep you held at bay. Whatever keeps you complacent – you better believe will pop up to distract you – to cause you to waste all of your resources and your very life.

Caged Soul

A caged soul will always try to break free. Because TRUE FREEDOM is why the soul was created. Against all odds and security the soul will run. Although it gets tired and injured time and again. Even when faced with death the caged soul that can taste freedom and smell its beautiful fragrance – although it can’t be seen as of yet – if the caged soul can do this and imagine the warmth of the Son’s rays on its face and the Spirit’s wind rushing across its back – it will face death head on being unafraid. Because the prospect of freedom has become real. And the result in life or in death will be the same…

The earth will fall away, along with the cage, as gravity can hold down no longer the once caged soul that is now Freedom.

Suicide

“Why did you create me God? You did such a terrible job!”

For most of my life I hated the fact that I was brown skinned, too thin, wore glasses, not popular. I hated that my dad was a preacher and I wanted a different mother. I wanted a different life altogether, yet people envied me. I smiled on the outside, but inside I was dying. No, my life was not miserable. I did have two parents at home who loved me and I had friends… But inside I just couldn’t get with myself. I just couldn’t get past myself. The longer I lived the more I didn’t know who I was.

Do Something With Me LORD

Do something with me LORD…
Make me who You want me to be.
Transform my life…
So I will count for something.

Something bigger than me…
Something I’d be willing to die for.
More than just an ideal or a passionate plea…
Something more real than me.

Because if the truth be told…
I’d rather just stay bundled up in this blanket I’ve made
Filled with comfortable things and even my fears…
Selfish things to keep me from living.

I’d rather live in my own world of my own creation
Instead of being ALIVE in Yours.
This is why I need You to do something with me…
Something that will make my life worth living
Affecting all others:
Something that is bigger than me.

Do something with me LORD.
From the book: Transition: Breaking Through the Barriers, Pg. 226
Written by: Allen Paul Weaver III
Published by: IUniverse June 2006