by Debra Romines, © 2002 - Used by permission
My mind in all its flesh tells me I don't have the time to make the time for you. To come to you with my heart, my mind and my arms outstretched sometimes requires more of me than my self wants to give. I feel your tug on my heart; I feel you reaching down to me; reaching out for me. My heart knows what it is you want me to do, but my mind is not one that has ever easily given in to giving up, or letting go. The flesh of my mind encourages me to stay on the go.
I drew a bath and poured in some salts with a little soap. I lit some candles and turned off all the lights. Stillness filled the air; flickering candles called out my name; bubbles whispered to me; but I knew it was really you. I have come to recognize your voice, Lord; I could hear you whispering to me; begging me in your firm but gentle way to let go; to take a break from the responsibilities that have put such strong demands upon my time. Responsibilities, which have become loads I have put upon myself, for they are not all things that were initiated by you.
My mind in all its flesh tells me I don't have the time to make the time for you. To come to you with my heart, my mind and my arms outstretched sometimes requires more of me than my self wants to give. I feel your tug on my heart; I feel you reaching down to me; reaching out for me. My heart knows what it is you want me to do, but my mind is not one that has ever easily given in to giving up, or letting go. The flesh of my mind encourages me to stay on the go.
I drew a bath and poured in some salts with a little soap. I lit some candles and turned off all the lights. Stillness filled the air; flickering candles called out my name; bubbles whispered to me; but I knew it was really you. I have come to recognize your voice, Lord; I could hear you whispering to me; begging me in your firm but gentle way to let go; to take a break from the responsibilities that have put such strong demands upon my time. Responsibilities, which have become loads I have put upon myself, for they are not all things that were initiated by you.
As I gaze into the hot steamy water frothed in white my mind lets go and I give myself, all of me, to thee as I gently lower my body and sink into the tub. My tub that represents your tub of victory; the tub that proclaims I have been and will forever be cleansed of all my sins; your tub of forgiveness, your tub of refreshment for my soul, your tub of healing as your warmth and kindness caress my nakedness from my head to my toes. I am here with you, unclothed and unashamed, the world and all those things that tempt me to pull away from spending time with you are waiting outside; behind the closed door and in other rooms. Warm water and bath salts relax my mind and I can feel the tension leave my body as I give in and let go of myself and meditate on you.
All I hear and all I feel is your presence beating in my heart and pulsing through my veins, a quiver quickens my pulse and sends a tickle through my soul. I wear no masks; I have nothing to hide. Just you and me Lord spending time; such precious time. I am so thankful you always meet me here.
Have your way Lord, speak to me and speak through me; let me know without any fear and without a doubt it is you. Use me Lord; remind me in your gentle but firm way to take the time every day to be still with you; to be real with you. Touch me Lord, form my heart be like warm water and bath salts for the soul; train my mind and instruct my thoughts to always be humble, gentle and kind; help me to be more like you in all I say and all I do. Have your way Lord, have your way. Thank you for this time Lord, thank you for whispering to my heart today. In Jesus Name I pray. Amen
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