Lord Jesus,
I love motion. I love to see the sun rise in the morning, and the movement of the waves in deep sea waters. I love to watch a man who is made to run lap a contestant in a marathon. I love to see my wife's hair dance in the evening breeze. I love movement.
Yet, there's more than rises in the morning than the sun and more that pulses in the ocean than the tides, to quote from Rich Mullins. I want to express that life that is a deeper undertoe to my surface-riding days. It's a life that pulls and draws and pulses and beats. It's a kind of rhythm undergirding everything, and it's heard in the stars that chant your name and the flowers that dance to your song. I want to express that song. I want to be an expression of that song, vibrant, virile, alive.
Jesus, do that in me. Pour into me that I can pour out into the world in worship who you are and what invitation it is that you are offering us. Let's whisper together, You and I.
You are my Everything, and I lift my soul to you.
Amen.
Monday, February 13, 2006
A Living Expression
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Lord God, where do I start today? The fog has obscured the way. Place my foot on something solid. Let me have firm footing to walk in the path of life with You.
I return here to this prayer from earlier this year and echo my affirmative YES! to my heart's cry. Yes, Jesus, do this in me. Glut in me the virile tides until, dead from living, I arrive!
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