flood of glory

 I feel like a leaky faucet, I've been crying so much lately...for the orphans in need of loving arms that never leave, for the hungry, for the homeless, for the hurting.  For vision, for a world mission, for those that have never heard the name of Jesus, for God to do the impossible in me and through me.

My heart feels like a dam that's burst and I can't repair the walls, I can only let it flood.

I just feel so disillusioned with a society that values possessions over people, selfishness over true servanthood.  I feel the tug of war in my own soul.

And the prayer my tears are wrenching from that place so deep where my soul lies:

God, please, don't let me live only for myself.  Somehow, some way, Lord, let me bring you glory.


And then there's a letting go.  Letting go of that one thing that vies with heaven for the glory.  The only thing that has ever and will ever stand between me and God glorified alone.  And it's me.  My plans, my will, my pride, my self, my own preservation.

Lord Jesus, make me less, so that you can become so much more...