Humble me, O my God.

It’s been a few days and I, still can’t fathom the ways in which You have moved in my life. I’ve been praying for what seems like a while now, and You have pointed in a direction that I’ve been wanting to go. In some ways, it’s scary to know that what I’m doing, where I am, is where I need to be.

But scary how This is my destiny.

Yet since three days ago when You made it clear, I feel like Your voice has been harder to hear through all the new noise coming at me, making it’s way, and with it pride comes along and wants to stay, but I adamantly shoved him away so as not to take my eyes off of You.

Because I know I’m selfish and lost if I do.

For it isn’t me who speaks and writes the words I so vulnerably express to the world day after day I, feel a little more stressed because my flesh is tempted to worry about how they think of me, what they will think of my writing, if they’ll like it or not.

But who are they compared to You, the Author of my salvation, to Whom all my praise is due? Just as I wrote before the current events occurred, I will write now, not caring whether my voice will be heard, or whether people assure me of my craft, my gift.

I write from the heart to please the One who gives me life.

Both flesh and spirit battle daily to win the war in my mind that’s been going on behind the scenes while I continue to live and breathe. “Steady my heart and mind,” I pray, and I grasp this prayer throughout my day as I feel any urgency or want to look away from You.

Trust me, I don’t want to.

Humble me, O my God.

“You have said, ‘Seek My Face.’ My heart says to You, ‘Your Face, Lord, do I seek’.” – Psalm 27:8 (ESV)

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💙 Mishy 🦋