Ratched

No divided allegiances.  No state of noncommitment.  It's all in or all out.  There is a glorious way of escape for me if i munt up on wings and fly away from it all to God.  To escape from every snare that is set for me should i fly high enough, like the one who flew over Nurse Ratched and her cuckoo's nest.  From all that troubles my soul.  i surrender every situation into His hands and that renews my strength.  i surrender the "if onlys."  i am in the comfort of His will.  My times are in God's hands.  The best is yet to come.  i'm His co-pilot and co-writer now.  

"I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot.  I could wish you were cold or hot.  So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth. --[Revelation 3: 15, 16]

Not all promises in the Bible are for me to claim nor were they meant to be.  Bless my writing skills.  Bless my ability to be one of the many who can glorify Your name.  That's all i ask at this point in my life.  Your timing is not based on my clock as difficult as it is to be patient at times, i must wait for answers to the questions in my heart and thank You for providing a new perspective during the waiting.  i could never get angry at You, although You may deliberately delay things, knowing that You are looking out for me for my own good.  Let me see Your hand in even the slightest of things.  Let me be as a child who won't be surprised when You finally answer my prayer.