from humbled hands

destitue, displaced, distraught all I give, I give for naught intentions immoral, I quarrel with my pride mechanical motions busting out notions of love and charity for me my glory my honor  my story is me. not You. take me, break me make me Yours- use me. use me for Your story,  for Your glory. give me a burning passion to bring honor to Your name. i'm sick of satan and this game. forget about me and my wicked desires. i turn to you and live with a passion full of raging fire. i'm at your will,  waiting for Your call. Lord, You have my all. from humbled hands,  Jessie Rediger

A date with my hubby at the DTS library...check! Free wi-fi...check! Bible reading...check! Journaling...check! Prayer...check! Wow, I am doing good today! I've been thinking a lot lately (what's new?) about my devotional time, the time I spend with God throughout my day.  I try to sit down and have a "quiet time" with just me and Him, my Eternal Father.  Oftentimes I get stuck in a rut and just read the Bible to read the Bible. How can I forget that the Bible, the word of God, is living and active?! Am I so proud as to think that I know what the Creator God is going to reveal to me in His word?  I hope not, though I act like it all too often.  And when I pray, I feel like I am speaking empty thoughts. Father, God, change my heart; mold my heart to be more like Yours.  May I no longer heap up empty phrases to You, may I no longer pay You lip service.  You deserve my all: thoughts, actions, AND time.  Everything belongs to You because You hold...