In Exile
First the Word, and then the Creation. Dear Lord, scatter me. i know that i could live through three generations, me being in my third right now. i've been in exile most of my life, each exile seeming to begin at the end of a generation, which would've made it 1979, 2005, and if things play out my next exile, if i live that long, will be in 2031. About every 26 years or so, there's a new exile, a new journey. Scatter me, even if it's to the farthest end of the earth. Gather me and bring me where it is You will for me to be. Right now, i have no idea where you want to go be. Do i go or do i stay? Give me the patience to wait for Your answer and please take the fight out of me now because i still feel rebellious and in exile.
Dear Lord, give me the wisdom to walk out of this dwelling quietly focusing on the life and location You've chosen for me, so that i can better serve You, so i can volunteer my time and energy to being a blessing to others. Keep reminding me of the spiritual armor You've provided so that i don't lean on my own strength, for i know i am dead to the world already. i know i can't cure the aches and pains in this 66-year-old body nor can i rely on my own patience when it comes to dealing with difficult, self-centered, and egotistical folks who've seemed to develop a sort of neuroticism. i may have even developed such a creature of my own. Please cure me of it with Your forgiveness, the gift i truly need.
From here on, help me not to be double-minded. Help me to give my requests to You and then step back and not take it back. i cannot work out the solution myself, so i put my trust in You, Lord. Forgive me when i lose my patience. Twenty-seven months isn't twenty-seven years, but it is a long time to tolerate the conditions provided by a woman with a Jezebel spirit who should keep her Bible open and her big mouth shut.
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