Wednesday 24th July
On my face.
That’s where I make my best choices completely surrendered and humbled before my God who created the universe and knows my name.
On my face.
So my mind doesn’t over take me or my moment with God with mundane tasks or fleeting memos.
On my face.
Desperate for a moment of intimate communion with my God who rights my wrongs, stitches my wounds, and applies the balm that removes the sting and stops it from infecting me.
On my face.
Crying out for even a moment of His presence to encourage my heart to continue to beat and my lungs to draw breath.
On my face.
Waiting for my God to speak, even one word of wisdom, one word of direction, one word of guidance so that I can realign myself to His will.
On my face.
Humbled.
On my face.
Hungry.
On my face.
Willing.
On my face.
Obedient.
On my face.
The place where I have fought my hardest battles with the smallest chance of winning, under the shadow of the best chance I have.
On my face.
Because this isn’t about me.
On my face.
Because sometimes my body needs reminded to bow before the authority of my King and Saviour.
On my face.
Where I gain the strength to stand in places where I would otherwise fall.
On my face.
The only reason I stand at all.
