My heart searches but scrapes bare metal, dust and shavings, having tested sidewalls and bottom I am left parched.  What then is everlasting if my thirst slakes unmercifully?  Once having been filled, reservoir overflowing, thoughts of drought must be abandoned.  However now I pray for humidity, saturation, even flood would be welcomed.  What I have uncorked my own dry satchel?  Let me taste of the ripened grapes of God’s abundant mercies and see that it is not of myself that my thirst has beckoned, but of the everlasting waters of God’s Eternity.

Never again, shall a dependence upon self leave me wondering, hungering, praying for an end to the scarcity and fear.  This Lord fills me with his rich Glory and I am sustained, no overwhelmed, though my hunger is dispatched daily.  I have need for nothing except to do that work, that wonderful work that requires me to be me and ride the wave of promises and power.  Father, I cannot stand of my own, for seeing them, hearing their mockery robs me of my quickening.  How then may I reside in your love for humanity, knowing that if they hear you not then all is frail attempt at reason?  I am but a leather strop, made to wick the burs from a two edged sword.  The Sword is your merciful, pleasant, resounding and powerful Word, separating faith from reason and truth from prevarication.

I love them so much it hurts to know that they may not choose righteousness.  Chasing folly and knowledge they have convinced themselves or had assistance in determining that Trusting You is fantastic abnormality and trust in flesh is hopeful.  How twisted their mettle.  Father, give me hope as my fulcrum, take my pride that I might implore them with ardent authenticity.  Make my Words shine with the brightness of your Glorious Appearing that they too might patiently await that precious moment.  Let them know you Lord, answer that request made quietly in the dark of doubt.  Forgive them as you’ve forgiven me.  Lead them away from their iniquity and false abandon.  And if they must go Lord, forgive me my failure of presentation and reckon.  Your Word does not fail, let me be adequate to the tasks you’ve set before me, filled with your indwelling brightness.