Who He is to Me

Mixed into all the essays and school projects and files filling up the desktop of my Mac, I found some writings that I really want to share with all of you. For your enjoyment, meditation, and reflection on God’s goodness in your own life:
MY LOVER, MY LORD
My Lord is my Lord.
In those moments in the closet,
When I am on my knees pleading for wisdom,
Or when I receive a dream or vision of the future and am confused as to what I should do,
I wait for His command,
And when I hear it,
I bow my head and say,
“here I am, send me”,
“ I will obey you and not delay”
You are my master.
And you are my commander in chief.
Then I am sitting on the sofa in Turkey,
Across from the refugees,
And thinking desperately of something hopeful to say to them,
And I feel small and privileged and I wince at their pain,
And in those moments you are my faithful partner.
You speak the words in my mind and in my heart,
Because you know what they need to hear,
And then I repeat them aloud to the people across from me,
And I see some light return to their eyes.
And we go on like this all day.
You walk with me and we talk in between each visit,
And then we sit, together, to minister to the people.
When I am nervous, and afraid,
You look at me with comforting eyes and it gives me courage.
And when I’m home and I see the wicked prospering and your children suffering,
And I know you see it too. I fall to the ground and I weep,
And you kneel down to and we weep together,
Arm in arm,
Heart in heart.
And then,
When I am lost, and have wandered away,
When I have stumbled into sin and I can’t seem to navigate this world or any of my relationships,
When I don’t know what it means to love or to lead,
I come to your word.
I read your book and I sit before you,
And you teach me. Your words open my heart to your ways,
And then, as I go through my day, you guide my steps,
And at night you speak to me and show me all that you had worked in my life up until then.
And you reveal my hidden pride,
And show me the way in which you are humbling me.
And then you take me to the story in your book where you endured the same kind of things,
And I see that you, my Teacher, do not take me anywhere you have not gone yourself,
And never merely ask me to do anything,
Without having already shown me how, with your own life, as an example.
And I love you,
And my heart swells with affection for you, my Teacher,
And I eagerly strive to learn more of your ways.
And when,
In that dark, dark hour,
I curl up, crippled in the corner,
And bear all the weight of my shame,
And am attacked by the enemy,
And when sadness overwhelms me,
And I feel totally alone,
There you are.
And like a Father, whose daughter is in danger,
You rush to my aid,
And you crush the enemy at my feet,
And you pull me into your arms,
And hold me as a cry.
You pull my hair out of my face,
And hush me, “it’s okay, you’re okay”,
And I just nuzzle in.
When I croak out a pathetic, “I’m sorry”,
Knowing that it is my own wrongdoing that has brought me in this mess,
Right when I expect you to scold me or to punish me for my waywardness,
You look at me,
And smile.
And you just hold me and laugh and say,
“oh, honey, I love you”
and you kiss the top of my head.
You clean me up, and care for all my wounds,
And you dress me in fine clothes and make me to stand again,
Strong.
When I am alone, and am convinced that there is no place that I belong,
When friend and family leave me feeling empty and unwanted,
When I am overwhelmed by the weight of life,
And long for a place to rest my weary head.
When I am scared and confused and wonder when I will ever feel safe or secure,
And when everyone else is okay, and I’m in the back with my life falling apart,
Like a good shepherd, you leave the 99 and come find me.
And there, you hold my hand and lead me to a spacious place,
And there I lay my head.
And you let me lean against you,
And just stop, and just breathe.
And you whisper in my ear,
“you are home, right here.”
And all that deep sense of belonging I crave,
I sense in my soul and all is well,
you are my comfort, and I am safe with you.
And when nobody seems to understand,
You are my greatest friend. My loyal companion.
You are always there to hear my every complaint and prayer.
And you are so gentle to correct, and so faithful and true.
Lord, you are my lover,
And I am all yours.
I delight just to be with you,
And your face is beautiful to me.
You are like a faithful husband,
Who loves at all times.
You know everything about me,
All my secrets and quirks.
And you know just how to love me,
And make it mean the most.
And we have such a long story,
A history together,
And I love to remember all the sweet times we have had, and I know that you are in it for the long haul.
You are so strong, even when I am weak,
And you lead me so well.
And you love me,
And I am all yours.
God, you are my maker.
You knit me together in the womb,
And put all the pieces to my personality,
And hold me in the palm of your hand.
The breath in my lungs is yours,
And you sustain me in my exhaustion,
Heal me in my sickness,
And make me new.
Jesus, you are the bread that fills me to the full.
I am wholly satisfied with you,
And I have tasted of your flesh,
And it is life and strength and sustenance to me.
And you are the living water,
And from your well I will drink long,
And my thirst will be quenched,
And I will drink of your love all my life.
Your water wells up in me, a river of life.
You are my king.
At the end of the day,
My allegiance lies with you.
And your kingdom is the one in which I advocate,
Your return is that which I await eagerly,
And I long for your victory,
Your triumph,
When you will come to rule,
For you are just and you are righteous,
And when I see this world in all its aches,
And all its pain,
I hold hope in you and your sovereign power to make things right again.
I love you Lord.
And I am fully satisfied in you.
You are all that I could ever want,
Or ever need.
You are my everything





