These hands got burned

a prayer for you

How living in between requires trust
to believe there’s a greater reward
than the finite one

I tried doing it in my own strength
and these hands got burned
so the sky had shed a tear
for my rope-burned palms

here in my present
If I let go like you said
how will I protect my pride 
when I fall three feet down

but isn't that the whole point?
for me to yield it all to you 
hold You tight, not the rope itself

I don’t want to release my grip from You
don’t let me yield to this mountain
so towering in my short-sightedness
so immovable in my own striving

I want to wait well in everything, Lord
I want to make much of You
Your presence, Your words
already carved in my heart

I don’t want this to be a season
of grasping for fruit I crave
just to order my own world
reach and grab it

lead me to seek You first above all else
when nothing makes sense
when I feel like quicksand
is swallowing me whole

please don't go
You've never left me before
and I know You won't start now

don't let my strides outpace your vision
slow me down, Lord
help me stay still, yet faithful

If I move too fast or too much
I’m undone
It’ll be like pulling at threads
creating unnecessary entanglements

oh, how I long to always move
slowly and steady
with You.

[January 04. 2025]

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Heart Call:

We become who we were meant to be in the in-between.

• Are you fixating on the prize rather than the person of Jesus?

• What would it look like to realign with God in this season, instead of grasping for control?

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