What do I write on a night like tonight? On the eve on adventure— again— after a retreat like it’s been? For You, O Lord, know the heart, know the gains and the shorts of it all. My folly and tears, joys and pains, sorrows and it all. None is hidden from You. Your act of love is accepting me then, bringing me here, and showing me grace upon mercy— I don’t deserve it, at all. But You say “abide.” You say to stay connected to Love— the love You are, given to me.
Why do I hide, therefore?
Why do I panic new adventures?
Where is faith in all this for Your magnitude?
“Over all” is Jesus’ status. In me, is His Spirit. I don’t have to know it or see it, yet believe it is true— He’s true— He’s truth— there’s no other.
Confusion is in the World’s Way— sin to death again and again, tumbling to misery and Satan’s whims. Is this a game to him? For he plays for keeps of a different kind. And of his game, I am opposed.
What do I write? Words that lead me to Love.
Keviana Elliot 