A friend posted on Facebook
It made me think of my own fears: that I won't
You know I sometimes even wonder if You are real, at least in the distinct terms or definitions of You
You don't let Your children go, do You (unless maybe they really, really want to, and really, really deny You)? I remember going to a church camp and there was a young man, a few years older than me, who had I guess wandered away, and then there he was, talking about how You'd drawn him back, and then they sang this song that has always stuck by me no matter my own wonderings and wanderings:
Welcome back to what you knew was right from the start....
Welcome back to the love
I know that you thought you could turn your back,
And no one could see in your mind,
But I can see that you know better now....
Sometimes you just don't know what you're missing,
Til you leave it for
Welcome back to Jesus.
I don't want to do things because I "should" but only because when it comes down to it, I know I
It's easier, I guess, to "do things" that "show love" than
I like to be intellectual, because it feels safer. And it's easier to accept things that can
Faith is a difficult thing because we can't see it, quantify it. Can't even feel it emotionally
I know I'm not the only one who thinks about these things. So many of Your children do (and yes, I'm
Like Octavius Winslow wrote:
And let Me feel the pressure of thy care;
I know thy burden, child. I shaped it;
Poised it in Mine Own hand; made no proportion
In its weight to thine own unaided strength.
For even as I laid it on, I said,
'I shall be near, and while she leans on Me,
This burden shall be Mine, not hers;
So shall I keep My child within the circling arms
To impose it on a shoulder which upholds
The government of worlds. Yet closer come:
Thou art not near enough. I would embrace thy care;
So I might feel My child reposing on My breast.
But loving Me, lean hard.