I’ll admit my weakness to the Lord ,

And tell him,

Scilla knows not how to fight the foes,

This to God alone, I will tell.

 

Coz’ I sense his compassion

Even if my woes (however seemingly little) do not merit it,

I know  that God understands,

God knows the complexities of my tears,

He knows that whatever trouble

If by not his strength,

Scilla cannot overcome,

I will weep, and pray for however long I want,

In his presence I will not feign strength,  

And exchange shallow smiles.

God's strength does not wear out,

God does not get tired,

I will go to him,

Day in and day out,

By the discipline he allows,

I will pray diligently to him.

Amen.

To be honest with self,

To concede my inadequacy,

To be vulnerable to the brokenness in me.

 

To be called for a purpose.

To thereby have limits and

To know where I am to tread.

 

To not be so concerned about self,

To love something outside the self.

To devote self to someone else

 

To stop searching for it in romance.

To stop searching for it in circumstances.

To stop searching for it in myself.

To stop searching for it, whatever it is.

But to find the source of it.

 

“Eternally fulfilled.

Eternally in love”

For this: to do whatever it takes.

To get up when the self falls,

To go after you

To know you…

Only by your strength,

 

A humble Amen.