Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Outstreched Hands

Take from me, O Lord, that self-pity which love of myself so readily produces, and from the frustration of not succeeding in the world as I would naturally desire, for these have no regard for your glory.

Rather, create in me a sorrow that is conformable to your own. Let my pains rather express the happy condition of my conversion and salvation. Let me no longer wish for health or life, but to spend it and end it for you, with you, and in you. I pray neither for health nor sickness, life nor death. Rather I pray that you will dispose of my health, my sickness, my life, and my death as for your glory, for my salvation, for the usefulness to your church and your saints, among whom I hope to e numbered.

You alone know what is expedient for me. You are the Sovereign Master. Do whatever pleases you. Give me or take away from me. Conform my will to yours, and grant that with humble and perfect submission, and in holy confidence, I may dispose myself utterly to you. May I receive the orders of your everlasting, provident care. May I equally adore whatever proceeds from you. ~Blaise Pascal

"You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you. Trust in the Lord forever for in YAH, the Lord, is everlasting strength. Yes, in the way of Your judgments, O Lord, we have waited for you; the desire of our soul is for Your name and for the remembrance of You. With my soul I have desired You in the night, yes by my spirit within me I will seek You early; for when your judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness." ~Isaiah 26:3-9