The smouldering wick

We demonize our own & wonder why we lose them.

We witch hunt the sent ones & wonder why they rebel.

We bury our wounded soldiers & wonder why we lost them.

We crucify those that we don’t understand & wonder why they are insane.

Paint your dream in colour

 

And while some collect the nails & prepare the next coffin, the rest shall choose to live with those who share our values. The values of not breaking a bruised reed, and not snuffing out a smouldering wick.

End goal: His heart

To access His hands, we need grace. To access His heart: we need mercy and favour. The end goal is and should always be His heart. His friendship. Everything else is in vain.

After the eathquake, came the fire and the wind then came the still small voice.

Wait for the voice. Find it in His heart. The friendship with Jesus quietens our soul.

#Lyrics of the week
#Hillsong
“Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross
To your heart
To your heart
Lead me to your heart
Lead me to your heart”

Our strengths are also our weakness

Think about it…the freedom to choose whatever in the garden is what got the first man Adam to be slaves of what they chose in the first place.

This little wonder called ‘curiosity’ caused us to invent many great things but it’s also the curiosity that killed the cat.

The ‘power to reason’ is also the power used to reason out of the right reasoning.

Instead of enjoying what’s given, we crave for more. In desire to grapple more, we let go of what’s in the hand. Discontentment shoots us in the foot. And being disgruntled we pull the pin out of the hand grenade while we stare at it with great intent.

Alas, what an unsatisfiable gluttonous beast we become until we discover the joy of surrendering to the creator we are made to take delight in.

#guideusLord
#dropthemic
#ramblahblahblahramblingsend

Vlog 51 👇🏼

My birthday wish

Dear Lord Jesus,
Your further nearness is my birthday wish! Your grace, mercy and favour is my identity. If you don’t hold me up, I’ll fall.
If you don’t see me through, I’ll fail.
If you give up on me, I’m destroyed.
You are my rock, my strength and my shield.
You are my only reward I seek.
You are my world that I live for.
You are my oxygen I breathe in.
May the day my heart stops beating for you, be the day I die.
Yours forever,
Me.

Vlog 50!!!

 

A moment from last Sunday!

New Year 2017 Dilemma

In three days I won’t be 30 anymore. More certainly I won’t feel like 30 in my body. Most assuredly I plan on to move on from holding close to the “late twenties” title.

But besides those silly dilemmas, it’s also a new year, with renewed dreams, hope and resilience. In hope against hope to achieve the one and only thing that I have lived for from my youngest of my tender memories – Jesus. His nearness, His smile, to be His pride, the Enoch friendship. Nothing else matters. Everything else fades away.

I admit this has always been a distant dream but also something I want to die trying. I am the least deserving of Him, the least I can give Him is my desires. To replace the highest & the least of my desires with the ‘One desire’. To find the place where I cease to exist & to disappear into Him until I am not seen.

Oh Lord, how long will it take. How many more deaths. To be an epitome of carrying Your presence. What will it cost.
I know the answer is and has always been EVERYTHING. While I don’t have the strength to do it on my own, hold my hands as I start this new year.

One by one, step by step, and one day at a time, hide me in the crevice of the Rock and take me to the place beside you.

#ShysRamblingsEnd
#unedited
#deardiary
#whocares
#iwriteforme

Oh Lord…

It’s me again.
Oh Lord, it’s me again.
Called you this morning,
And I called you late last night.
Oh Lord it’s me… it’s me again.

I don’t mean to bother you
But it’s me again
I don’t mean to bother you
But it’s me again
I Called you this morning,
And I called you late last night.
Oh Lord it’s me… it’s me again.

I don’t mean to worry you
But it’s me again
I don’t mean to worry you
But it’s me again
I Called you this morning,
And I called you late last night.
Oh Lord, oh Lord,
oh Lord it’s me… it’s me again.

#BrianCarn #PreludeLyrics
#HeartWarms

My soul loves Jesus!

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