He Restores My Soul

Psalm 23, verse 3 struck me this morning as incredibly comforting and sure. "He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake."

I live sometimes in a state of panicky fear. I fear that I might fall off the "right" path, or be led astray. I have experienced the deception of man. I have even deceived myself repeatedly. In twenty-two years, I have found that the heart is deceitfully wicked, and that manipulation smothers mankind. Psalm 27 is my favorite Psalm. It exactly captures my deepest longing when it says,

"One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life,to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to inquire in his temple."

I want to know the truth. I want to see God's face. Psalm 23 is so comforting because He has promised to be my Shepherd, and even amidst the chaos of my human mind, He is. He will not forsake me, but He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.

Really? A blogger?

After a few years of writing periodically and posting things on myspace, I have come to the conclusion that myspace is... well... for lack of better words... just-plain-trashy.  

I think I'll start transferring things from there on to this blog so that I can delete myspace altogether.  While I was deciding all of this, I came to the embarrassing realization that, "oh crap... I am a blogger."  

Several minutes of deep self evaluation and painful honesty followed (I enjoy being dramatic- for the one who reads this and thinks I'm emo), and I came to terms with my situation (apparently the first step is admitting the problem).

Yes, I enjoy writing blogs from time to time.

Really, I enjoy writing in general, which makes me sound like I'm in denial all over again. Haha- regardless, should you stumble upon this site, I hope you enjoy laughing at me/with me, and mostly I hope you are encouraged and drawn to the Life-Giver who has become my reason for breathing.

Clarity

Crystalize your pretty eyes,

Trip trotting through a field,

And fireflies with pale moonlight,

Outlasted any aching I did feel.

I never felt a gentler breeze,

Or wrapped myself in thoughts so far away,

They drifted towards the time,

You laughed at things I spoke,

And I a fool did tricks for you,

To make you entertained in certain hope,

That this would bind us close.

And yet this night has shown this clear,

That never was something so dear,

As honesty, forgiving care,

Soldiers marching towards the light,

His mercy leads us home.

-R.M. 07-28-2008-