My path - foggy and dim.
Oh Lord, give me vision.
Grant me a hope.
Hope tempered with wisdom.
Solomon was wise, but in Ecclesiastes, he seemed to have lost hope. “Everything is meaningless, like chasing after the wind… especially for the wise.”
But he lived without the concrete gift of the cross…
Where do I belong?
How do I invest my talents?
What are the deeds prepared in advance for me?
How do I love?
How do I get filled to the brim with love – your love… so I can love out of a surplus and from strength and security?
Fill me with your Spirit.
I am confused.
I am confused.
I feel pushed along in a direction.
A direction based on the rigid groove I’ve engraved in my soul.
How do I reorient my soul and veer into LIFE?
written March 29, 2015
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