Morning Glory?

Morning Glory?
Showing posts with label perfect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perfect. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Psalm 119:35


Make me walk along the path of your commands, for that is where my happiness is found.
-- Psalm 119:35
…for that is where my happiness is found.
Then Jesus explained: “My nourishment comes from doing the will of God, who sent me, and from finishing his work.
--John 4:34
O, would that the sustenance of my soul were to do the will of the Father.  Rather, I wish this truth to be ever present upon my conscience.  Indeed, the word of the Lord does satisfy, as water in a dry, weary land.  True, also, that I hide that word in my heart so as to continually appropriate my acceptability before God.  Yet, I find myself along other paths—though all my heart groans for rightness.  I need not search for alternative places of respite from the evil within and without.  That Way is the one of my inclination; I would be well pleased should I traverse its ground.  As arithmetic brings self-evident truths, so here, my happiness is most assuredly found along the path of your commands.  I would find myself fulfilled even as the Lord is fulfilled: completely, totally, certainly, utterly, eternally, sufficiently.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Bearable. Better.

Life isn't easy, because I'm not perfect, and life seems best suited for perfection. But it's bearable because you aren't either. I don't know of many people who want to see imperfection, especially mine. Not even me. But I know my imperfection, so I don't get to choose. Maybe it's for the better.

Maybe life was meant for us. is meant. But what now? How am I supposed to live know that I did something, or missed something, that would have better suited me to this life? I love life. Because it points to more life, while I am aiming at death...unless I try something different. And point somewhere different. To life. No, no middle ground: that's only death, disguised. To life.