Whether I believe it or not, whether I feel it or not, I choose love. The choice is mine. No one can make it for me. No one can force me to think, feel, or believe. The ball’s in my court, the choice is all mine, and on this day, in this moment-I choose love.
I’m sick of this place I’ve been choosing to live-the place filled with anger, hatred, and doubt. I’m sick of this wavering faith that constantly wants answers-faith that’s not trusting or seeking Him above all else. I’m sick of complacency and taking two steps back for each tiny one forward. I’m sick of these choices I make.
Because when I wake in the morning, the choice is all mine. Will I serve the Lord or myself? Will I choose to live in this place that I hate or will I, this day, give Him my all?
I hunger for love. I thirst for my Lord. I crave to live in His presence. I yearn for a faith that expects the impossible, that sees the unseen, one that prays things into action. Through thick or thin, come hell or high water, I ache for a faith that bleeds. I want a faith I can’t let go of, a faith so strong it can’t break.
I long for this faith and I hunger for this love but there’s no need to reach anymore. It’s within my grasp. It’s mine for the taking. It simply comes down to a choice. In this moment in time who will I serve? What kind of day will it be? Will I choose to live in this place that I hate or will I, this moment, give it to Him?
Quit trying, start trusting. It’s as simple as that. One foot in front of the other. No need to earn love, no need to earn grace. The trying’s all over. Just trust. The choice is all yours. He’s left it in your hands. What kind of day will it be?
This day, this moment, I choose love. And when tomorrow comes, the choice will be mine again but this day, this moment, I choose love.
