Sunday, September 29, 2019

draino

my ears are still ringing from the clash of a way-too-heavy ride.

my thumb is chafed from an old drumstick rubbing against my skin

I'm pretty sure I have a rash cause I keep wearing long pants when I practice

I'm drained. but because I've squeezed myself out. because it's not worth keeping in for myself.

to give everything I have to anyone else, Lord would I find favor in You.

"there is nothing good in me besides what You put inside"

it rings louder than the ringing in my ears.

I don't know why it's so embedded in my head.

but in the meantime, everything can go. I need to make some space.

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Tuesday, September 24, 2019

praya

How Often Shall We Pray?

As often as the language of prayer is in my heart; as often as I see my need of help; as often as I feel the power of temptation; as often as I am made sensible of any spiritual declension or feel the aggression of a worldly spirit...


my confession is that I have felt all of these things, and yet, a prayer was not uttered. 

we receive conviction not to be put to shame, but to remind ourself that the Spirit is alive within us. my conviction is to pray. 

in every occassion. in every moment. never ceasing, never doubting whether I am heard or understood. 

may there be fire in my veins and may prayer be the exhaust of worship and adoration and pain and desperation and triumph

Sunday, September 15, 2019

direction

to be frank, I don't know where I am going.

but I do know where I am not.

my direction is forward, past the dusty trails I've walked before.

roads meant to be walked once.

avoid Egypt, leave Babylon in the past

and trek towards heaven.

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

sabba


Let praise come from my lips all my days
 
Your love overtake me and flow through my veins
 
Let heaven on earth be reality here
 
Let Your kingdom come and Your glory dwell here
I am safe. I was dead, and now I am alive. I am tired, but I am okay. I am living and working and breathing and I am blessed. I drum and I sweat and I stumble and fumble my words but I stand and continue. I will fall, but I will run again. doesn't matter which direction, because I'll be where I need to be. listen now, hear Him call, run there now. wait for Him, but be ready, keep my lamp trimmed, keep it alight, be ready.