“Inadequate” doesn’t even begin to describe it… that which I bring to the table today.
My feet, so prone to faltering.
My hands, more used to holding on, white-knuckled, instead of stretching out, palms upward in surrender.
Yet I’m drawn here to the place of Your greatest act of obedience.
My lips, so quick to form words of complaint and cursing.
My ears… oh how I wish I could unhear all those lies!
Yet, as I confess these things to You, Your words, “It is finished!” reverberate and drown out all other sounds.
For here, quite literally, is the crossroad. The place where darkness meets light and is transformed. The place where lack and nakedness is overtaken by a love which dignifies… and never runs out.
Liv'n'Hope 