Overdue... a prayer

Longing, I am longing to be real with you to you today. Lord, I have hidden from this keyboard. I ponder the whys and wonder if in some way I may be hiding from some "thing" that you want to speak to me. The act of hiding from truth is a dangerous affair, leading to no good thing. It's core is unbelief, questioning of the goodness of the Holy. Perhaps, I'm hiding from the looking. Writing probes the heart in some way, that is unexplainable. I see what I could not see and maybe what I don't want to see. A mirror or magnifyer, either, revealing things You need for me to see. So, here I am, a tad reluctant, but asking to see. What is it Lord, that is askew? Show me where I'm missing the mark. I'm not to fear, you are slow to anger, and quick to listen, as I'm to be. You flood my heart with Grace, love, peace, your nearness is my good. You gently show me how I can be right, like You. It's in the blood, it is the scarlet that makes white, brings light to darkness, removes all need and want of hiding. Oh the blood of Jesus, that washes white as snow.

Alone

It's the day after SuperBowl and the week prior has been buzzing here in SW PA, capital of the Steeler nation. Parties, plans, friends and feasts. What a game, a roller coaster of emotion, and the pulse probably never resumed it's normal rate, from start to finish. It may finally have settled when head was on pillow. The season ends with a burst of glory... and then today, silence, well here on the farm at least. The streets of Pittsburgh not yet. But the silence will come even to Steel City streets. I was feeling a little glum that big plans swirled around me, happy gatherings, but they didn't work out for us. Kind friends invited, but sick tummies and headaches etc...meant a "quiet" viewing with "just us." A little lonely on such a big day. And then my mind turned to the aloneness of my Savior. It was indeed the biggest game of the year, of the century, of all history and he had invited many guests. The table was spread with a wonderful feast and gifts for all attendees. The people shouted and cheered and waved their "terrible palms." On the day of the big game, they came, but to jeer. There were no longer friends to cheer for Him, to stand by his side... even His Father turned away. He willingly laid down his life for us all and was alone. The game was won, but it was no game really, it was a cross, and He suffered beyond my imagining. And now I am never alone and HE is victor.

Phil 2:5 Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, 6 who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, 7 but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. 8 And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.

9 Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, 10 so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.