It’s that time again, to let our hearts pour free and tap out words in just five minutes. I didn’t think I would write today. But I felt Him ask me to. I did. I am not sure why. But perhaps just to be able to bring myself to ask for prayer, friends. I feel the need, urgent, and I usually do not ask. But you see, I leave on Monday for Guatemala, to help rescue babies. Oh, my heart breaks for the mamas of those babies. It’s my first time leaving the country in 15 years. The first time leaving my children for 5 full days. While you are here, will you say a quick prayer? Thank you much–so very much. 


There are no words to tell the kind of week I have had.

And that’s just it. There are words. So many words, and still no words.

This week a fatigue weighed heavy like I’ve never known.

What’s wrong with me? I imagined all kinds of awful for the answer.

It’s not good timing, for sure.

I missed a party tonight. It’s a FiveMintuteFriday party on Twitter.

Yeah, they have one.

Instead I came to bed. I wasn’t going to write. I didn’t even want to.

But I did. And that’s it again. I do want to write.

But I don’t write unless it comes from a deeper place,

filled by His Spirit, from where I could pour out.

I had nothing left tonight.

I laid my head, and chose a song of worship to play from my iPod.

And it didn’t take long for Him to make His Presence known and touch my heart.

No one can, like He does.

And I confess. I don’t get it yet. I’m still missing it. I want to grab hold of it.

I want to grasp His reality for me. His desire for me. His dream for me.

There are so many things that take a hold of me and my time, my energy, my effort,

and so many things that deplete and don’t satisfy.

So my cry again becomes, strip me of all of it, Lord.

I want to be found in Him. I want to find myself in Him.

I want to cling to Him and not ever let go.

And the weights, they are heavy. I have to fight to get them off.

I have to choose to fight, those weights that so easily hinder.

The things that vie for my turn to the left and to the right.

I cannot let them seize my gaze–my focus on Him.

I recommit myself to You Lord. You are my portion.

You are the Author and Finisher of my faith.

You, Lord, are the pursuit of my heart. And I seek You.

And I run to You. And when I find You,

there is nothing that I will let loosen the grasp I have on You.

But truth be told,

there is nothing that You will ever

let loosen the grasp You have on me.