Reservoirs

8-8-14                                                            RESERVOIRS

Dear Father God,

All I know is that this is what I enjoy doing.  I so look forward to whatever the future hold for me because I know that somehow, some kind of way that this will be woven throughout the tapestry of my life. 

As I strolled down the walking pathway of Eureka Gardens, I crossed paths with a foreign gentleman who I have seen a few times as he and I came across each other going our separate ways.  He is either Chinese, Korean or Vietnamese and today I finally looked at him in his eyes and I saw despondency and a sense of him wanting to be back in his homeland, be it oppressed or not; instead of living in a ghetto apartment complex pacing back and forth to the corner store and back to his 6X9 cell apartment dwelling.  Perhaps I perceived that there is a sense of hopelessness because perhaps he was able to perceive my own despair as we trolled by one another.

I felt for him and I wondered did he know that I knew some of what he was feeling. 

I love chronicling the days of my life.  The struggles of contending for my faith and the blessing of my spirit when I see you move effortlessly through my life Father without a care because you already know but you do care about me as I go through because you know that it is not easy for me to wittingly accept what is happening to me without learning you and your character first and in learning you, I learn to trust you in all things because I know that you care for me even more than I care for myself. 

Right there in that spirit of overflow of your faithfulness and goodness is where I want to set up camp and not be moved.  I love how the simple but in-depth thought of who you are and what all you are capable of doing; it makes me continuously say “yes”, because it has done nothing but bless me Father.

And my hope is that one day that I can get the privilege to share with another whose on their own journey but somehow my testimony, my walk, my words, my experiences will open a new world to them in you Father. 

The more I want to draw up into a ball and just rock myself to unconsciousness, the more I witness myself choose you because I believe your word even though everything around me tells me that I pray, I fight, I wait in vain and I refuse to accept that as your final answer Father and you have the final say Lord Jesus.  I am human and I can only see so far but my spiritual eyes give me insight into a life that I know and believe will blow my mind because I believe in lieu of the impossibilities. 

My faith has changed gears and shifted into cruise control because the things that used to so easily beset me, I choose to take you at your word and not trust my senses.  Betrayal most of the time comes from friendly fire of our own minds.  My mind is my first and final defense because I must commit my ways to you, and I will be able to do so because I have set my heart after yours Father. 

My soul screams why not today? My heart cries deliver me today Lord with your strong right hand!  My mind reels with the hope of what is to come and know that I have neither control over the time nor what is to come but in all my ways I have committed to walk with you into glory. 

These living waters flow out of an endless reservoirs of your spirit that has filled me to overflow and it will replenish and restore all arid and barren lands.