When it comes to talking it seems like we are always asking ourselves questions…
wanting to manipulate the answers to fit what we want the answers to be…it seems easier this way…
because we don’t have to listen if the answer isn’t what we had expected…Ask myself why I have to be so bullheaded…
why do I need to be so stubborn…set on one track and not giving up until I fall apart…
Teach me to ask Jesus when there are things I don’t understand…things that hurt my ego…
things that don’t make sense according to the world…God you don’t have to tell me…but I know you will show me…
that you’re watching me…you’re trying to talk to me and sometimes I find it hard to listen…
because I don’t understand the answers…so I don’t ask the questions…
Asking you to restore this broken heart…asking you to help me find peace in the midst of so much hurt…
I wish it didn’t have to sting…but in order to cleanse us from our sins…Your death on the cross was enough…
I know each day I have a hammer…and I know that put you on that cross…I also know that I am forgiven…
and you want me to come home…I want to learn what it means to bleed love…and I am thankful that you bled forgiveness…
Ask myself the right questions…am I where God would have me…I try to change my circumstances…
so I feel like I’m still stuck…teach me what it means to love others with forgiveness…
no matter what we have gone through…it’s tough when we compare our lives to others…when you tell us not to…
teach me to be humble and let others go first…