Like a deer that yearns
for running streams,
so my soul is yearning for you, my God.
My soul is thirsting for God,
the God of my life;
when can I enter and see
the face of God?
My tears have become my bread,
by night, by day,
as I hear it said all the day long;
"Where is your God?"
These things will I remember
as I pour out my soul;
how I would lead the rejoicing crowd
into the house of God,
amid cries of gladness and thanksgiving,
the throngs wild with joy.
Why are you cast down, my soul,
why groan withing me?
Hope in God; I will still praise the Lord,
my savior and my God.
knocks at my door
seeking a home for his son.
Rent is cheap, I say.
I don't want to rent. I want to buy, says God.
I'm not sure I want to sell,
but you might come in to look around.
I think I will, says God.
I might let you have a room or two.
I like it, says God. I'll take the two.
You might decide to give me more some day.
I can wait, says God.
I'd like to give you more,
but it's a bit difficult. I need some space for me.
I know, says God, but I'll wait. I like what I see.
Hm, maybe I can let you have another room.
I really don't need that much.
Thanks, says God, I'll take it. I like what I see.
I'd like to give you the whole house
but I'm not sure...
Think on it, says God. I wouldn't put you out.
Your house would be mine and my son would live in it.
You'd have more space than you'd ever had before.
I don't understand at all.
I know, says God, but I can't tell you about that.
You'll have to discover it for yourself.
That can only happen if you let me have the whole house.
A bit risky, I say.
Yes, says God, but try me.
I'm not sure...
I'll let you know.
I can wait, says God. I like what I see.
~Margaret Halaska. (Space for God)
This process is painful. Dying to oneself always is. It often feels like I am ripping off pieces of myself. But it's the ripping off of the things that keep me from growing, expanding, becoming.
Sometimes I can't see the progress, till I see open hands where there once were closed fists.
Many thanks to your responses to my last post about blogging. I really am not thinking of
stopping, just rethinking some things.
Grace and peace to you all this Thanksgiving Season