Intercession . . .

Lord it hurts to reach out to others. It scares me to open my heart up and let them inside.

I know you have called me to be a healer, a minister to the Nations. To proclaim your word and make disciples, but right now it seems like so much work for so little result and I feel so small.

You have said to love You and to love others, and I feel like I am starting to understand that true love costs everything. It cost you your life. So who I am I to hold on to mine? Thank you for taking me to the deep places in my heart and assuring me that I do not need to fear. That you know what is coming. That you have given me everything I need. That I am complete in you.

You have overcome my rebellion and selfishness, stubbornness and pride. And you have won me over by giving of yourself and loving me unconditionally. And you have told me to go and do the same. You have told me to meet hatred with mercy and selfishness with love.

You have told me to look for beauty and you have reminded me that I am your bride. Pure. Spotless. Powerful. You have told me you will fight for me and that I am yours. You are teaching me to live a life of intercession. . .

And my heart's overwhelming response, in the face of pain and betrayal, is YES. I will follow. I will give. I will love and I will fight.

Your Kingdom come and Your will be done.

I love you daddy.

Psalm 55

Listen to my prayer, O God,
Do not ignore my plea;
Hear me and answer me.

My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught

at the voice of the enemy,
at the stares of the wicked;
for they bring down suffering upon me and revile me in their anger.

My heart is in anguish within me;
the terrors of death assail me
Fear and trembling have beset me;
horror has overwhelmed me.

I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.

I would flee far away and stay in the desert.

Destructive forces are at work in the city;
threats and lies never leave its streets.

If an enemy were insulting me,
I could endure it;
if a foe were raising himself against me,
I could hide from him.

But it is you, a man like myself,
my companion, my close friend,

with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship
as we walked with the throng at the house of God.

Let death take my enemies by surprise;
let them go down alive to the grave,
for evil finds lodging among them.

But I call to God, and the LORD saves me.

Evening, morning and noon
I cry out in distress,
and he hears my voice.

He ransoms me unharmed
from the battle waged against me,
even though many oppose me.

God, who is enthroned forever,
will hear them and afflict them—

men who never change their ways
and have no fear of God.

My companion attacks his friends;
he violates his covenant.

His speech is smooth as butter,
yet war is in his heart;
his words are more soothing than oil,
yet they are drawn swords.

Cast your cares on the LORD
and he will sustain you;
he will never let the righteous fall.

But you, O God, will bring down the wicked
into the pit of corruption;
bloodthirsty and deceitful men
will not live out half their days.

But as for me, I trust in you.

I never EVER use those stupid internet sites where you create a fake pet and whatever. Until now. So very bored this evening and so I created my very own punk-rocker pink penguin. Of course, named after Sid Vicious. If you click on his feet he will dance and then eventuay fall over. I felt understood (see previous post). Oh well, a little stupid fun never killed anyone...or did it???