Thank you for bringing me to this place. Thank you for using this week to remind me that I have no control. I thank you that I am now in a place where I remember that you are all there is. You have authored the events in my life in such a way as to bring me this place in this hour. I pray that tonight, through your strength and grace, I'm able to take the first step in a journey that leads me to a place where I'm able to walk with purpose beside you. I pray that tomorrow I have the will and determination that take the second step in that journey. As I go to your word now I pray that you would reveal yourself to me through it. Move me, touch me, remind me. Father God, Guide what I write here tonight. I pray that anyone who sees this page finds a clear image of you in a broken picture of me.
I'm not sure why I felt like sharing this, but I did so here it is.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
This is my first attempt at writing about my quiet time, its also my first attempt at at quiet time in a while so I apologize if this gets ugly. I found a bible reading plan online and read what it had for today. I was in Luke 8, Genesis 12, and Psalms 6.
We'll begin in Luke 8. Its the parable of the sower. After reading the parable I decided it would be good to figure out which kind of seed represents me. I couldn't pick one so I wandered about why that might be for a moment. I noticed that all the seeds, with the exception of the seeds on the path, involved salvation and some sort of growth. I decided I'm not a path seed, I'm saved. I'm pretty sure I'm not a rock seed. I'm saved, been through a good bit of testing, and I still love Jesus. I don't think I've grown enough to determine if I'm among thorns or in good soil. Hopefully this has started the watering process and we'll be able to tell where I am very soon.