An excerpt from Max Lucado’s book, Fearless.
But with this, I need/want your input. I want to see what you have to say and hear what you think.Awaken truth that hides down deep, Awaken truth that sets me free. Awaken faith to overcome my doubt, Awaken what I can not live without. Awaken who I am in you, Awaken what it is you want me to do. Awaken my spirit to hear you speak, Awaken my soul to feel you breathe. Awaken your grace where I find my rest, Awaken my heart to love nothing less. Awaken who you are in me, Awaken who you’ve called me to be.
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He overcomes our sin with His death.
He overcomes our death with His life.
He overcomes our judgment with His mercy.
He overcomes our consequence with His grace.
He overcomes our betrayal with His faithfulness.
He overcomes our fear with His peace.
He overcomes our insecurities with His identity.
He overcomes our weaknesses with His power.
He overcomes our lies with His truth.
He overcomes our loneliness with His presence.
He overcomes our reasoning with His sovereignty.
He overcomes our doubt with His love.
He overcomes our need with His provision.
He overcomes our suffering with His victory.
He overcomes our blindness with His vision.
He overcomes our silence with His song.
He overcomes our striving with His sympathy.
He overcomes our shame with His righteousness.
He overcomes our bondage with His freedom.
He has overcome our hearts with His heart.
He has ransomed the captive; He has rescued the slave.
He has called us “His delight.”
He has changed us. He has claimed us.
The gentles breeze ruffles my hair
The fragrance of nature is subtle
Rays of light slip in and out of clouds
Warming my cheek like a kiss
Lying on a blanket of cool grass
I float between dreams and reality
Eyes closed, the melody of singing birds
Stills my soul
I feel you close, by my side
But I awake and am alone
For that brief, sweet moment
My rest was complete
Discontented yet again
I rise to start the journey over
I’m learning that those stops
However frequent or short
May be meant to teach and change me
But the sting? The open wound?
Will there be a time when, at the stop, on the mountain top
I will have a companion for the journey down?
Perhaps, but if not
I will simply walk faster
If I be alone, I’ll run with total abandon.