reduced

Simmering.
Boiling.
Evaporating.

Molecules colliding with one another as heat is applied.
That heat causes friction, causes reaction…
causes me to drop to my knees in humility. Weakness. Desperation.

My blood boils, my mind races. “Why? What? How? When? Oh Lord!”
And the heat gets hotter.
I am uncomfortable in my own skin.
In my own sin.
In this world.

And when the flames subside and I look down
Into what is left behind in my heart
I am reduced, made less, made smaller.

Christ comes and fills my cup to overflowing
With torrents of living, loving, soothing water
And He is greater in me than what was around me.

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Welcome, friend. I'm so glad you are here. Join our family as we go and see all that God has for us in this season, trusting and believing in His goodness, His faithfulness, and His great love for us all. View all posts by Jen

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