"Lord I just don't understand
This strange creature you call man
Who thinks he lives by his own hand
But I know, I know
There's no life away from you."
"Away From You" O.C. Supertones
This weekend could have been better. Much better. I could have been stronger and bigger and more graceful - but I wasn't. Every day I wake up and I want to be better than the day before - not that I expect the day to be better, but I want to react better to it, engage in it better. Some days, I'm successful...some days not.
"Father hear my cry
I am on my knees
Father hear my cry
Please take this cup from me
But as I cry and I open my eyes
I see you crying with me
As you sympathize
I see hope in your eyes
Because you're working this out for the good of me."
"Three Times" Oak From Ash
It isn't alway easy to remember in the midst of the fog that God is working it out for the good of me - but it's SO true. Most of me sits here with my arms outstretched, hands opened saying "God, here I am - Your yoke is easy and Your burden is light. Take my burdens, lighten my load." but then as He comes to take it away...I ball my hands into two fists, retracting my fingers to hold on tight, unsure and unwilling to give of myself completely just yet. I know that when I do, it will be amazing and so much better than the baggage I'm holding onto, yet here I am, weighed down, fists clenched.
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