I am DONE, Lord.
In grilling language, would that be “well done”?
NO. It would be burned to a crisp. Dry. Too tough to chew. Worthy of the trash can.
That’s how I have felt in my struggles of late.
Dry. Dehydrated from the only Water that can quench me… Your Living Water, Lord.
Burned to a crisp by the fires of a furnace I have willingly stepped into. Fires of lifestyle choices that have cooked all the nourishment out of me until I am nothing but ashes.
This morning, I awoke.
This morning, I rose from the ashes.
This morning, determined words filled my spirit.
I AM DONE, Lord.
I am done… settling for less than the life You have bought for me.
I am done… lying down when I should be — could be — standing up.
I am done… shaping self-indulgence into an art form.
I am done… yet I am only beginning.
“In the beginning God…” (Genesis 1:1)
This morning I was in a jungle. Covered by undergrowth and overgrowth gone wild.
Sitting in the dark.
Tonight, I have chopped through enough of it to see…
“You, Lord, are my lamp, the Lord turns my darkness into Light.” (2 Samuel 22:29)
Chopping and resting…
… and chopping some more…