REVIVE me

No, I don’t want to listen to the grating “I am a friend of God” ….I don’t want to say everything will be ok. I just want to sit and bask in my glorified defeat. I have seen and tasted the bitter reality that we are depraved, alone, attacked, lost. It is with little effort that I grab hold of the frayed rope to pull slowly out of the mire...my misery is now my identity.  My shortcomings are almost comfortable...definitely acceptable.  My stiff upper lip feigns trust in God...

How do we sink so low? How do we become entrapped so ruthlessly in the deceit that comes from the father of lies? For those left who feel the gentleness of the Spirit’s strength, flowing quietly as a stream….how many will fight the temptations and deceit that cause that stream to dry up into a barren wasteland? ….where hope has become a mocking echo of something lost.


God is constant. He never pulls away. When we find ourselves in the middle of hopelessness, sin and defeat, it is because we have wandered away. God doesn’t put us on a leash, or try to manipulate us as his pretty puppets on a string. We are given freedom to walk whatever path we choose. He has also kept the gate to His path unlocked so that any time we choose, we can return to Him….yet we walk in circles, making sure that we won’t miss out on anything before leaving all behind and going forth into HIS presence.  We set our sights too short. 

I pray for the Spirit to fall afresh on me.

I pray for revival for my brothers and sister, this nation, this world

I pray not only for the lost to be found, but for the found to be strengthened…

I pray for an emptying of self, and a filling of all that is of God

I pray for an innate sense of victory, for the battle has already been won.

For all lies, obstacles and deceit to be crushed just as one day the enemy will be crushed beneath God’s heel.

For a thirst, a deep longing for Christ, for when our spirits are not filled with him, then we are but a show.

For God to give us the desire to do his will, and then the strength to do it.

Thank you my Father, for giving us your son. For leaving us your Spirit until our work on earth is done. We DO have work. We are His children, but we are harvesters, we are nurturers, lovers, protectors, guides, vessels. We will keep watch, we will fight, we will stumble, fall, and be picked right back up again. The Lord is our strength.