My Honor and Glory Come from You, Lord

What a difference a day can bring! The voices that spewed forth condemnation yesterday are all but silent today. Today my heart is moved with compassion for so many I love and care for and prayer comes easily. I wish everyday was like that, but the truth is, it is not. I struggle many days wondering if I can even pray because after all, am I really praying as I ought. It comes down to too much dependence on me and not enough on Him. I pray that He works that holy confidence in me to make me secure and certain that He really is able to use this ordinary vessel to accomplish greatness for Him. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, has mattered to me for as long as I can remember. When I was a child, I dreamed of being a singer for Jesus. I would practice with my Tickle deodorant bottles, which had a big colorful dome as the lid and made a great microphone. I would sing “Somewhere over the Rainbow.” My dreams were big, but as the pain and rejection of life ensued, I found my dreams faded far into the background. Hardship characterized my life and gradually I came to believe that dreams coming true were reserved for fairy tales or a few elect individuals, of which I was not one. I no longer believe this is true. My heart hopes in these dreams. I know why the Bible says, without a vision my people perish. I can’t imagine living in such a time, without a solid understanding; I am not here by accident. I couldn’t go on another day in this life without the absolute certainty that I am here for a reason, not just to exist or go through the motions. Life is just too hard for that. Instead of a shallow existence, I have been placed here for something great and you know what the really cool thing is; so have you!