With my gaze, sharply on Him, ever calm and in control. Never moved by anything but full of compassion. I say to myself, I just want to be just like you Lord, my Father.
No doubt, at times in life, I am at ease, calm, swinging to the rhythm of my music, and perfectly so. Nothing getting me off guard, always ready to attack and conquer.
But you see there are times, when the above is not so. One battle after another, everything screaming for my attention, yet I am spread to the limits. Plans failing, promises not being fulfilled. Pressure from every side, bills staring at me, dreams dwindling off my arm reach.
So I turn, to Him, who knows the end from the beginning, He never changes, always constant. My heart desires His character, to be just like Him. I am filled with a longing and a thirst that pepsi cola won’t quench.
He looks at me with so much compassion that throws me into a moment of tears streaming down my cheeks. With my eyes on Him, I lift my cup to Him. See my cup is full of things that are draining me. The pressure of life, my dreams, my friends, my busy schedule, you name it, am sure you have the same story, if not now, there before.
He starts pouring Himself into me. His Character i.e Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, immediately, His calmness becomes my story, His peace becomes my testimony. It starts running over, I mean overflow reaching to all that come near me..
I cry out, Fill my Cup Lord, I lift it up to You…has become my secret!