The Artist's Prayer

"May the favor the Lord our God rest upon us; establish the work of our hands for us----yes, establish the work of our hands." Psalm 90:17

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Disordered Love

God of order, I have let love be my highest goal--but my loves are all out of order.

I mouth the words with the passion of a preacher "God, husband, family, others, me..."
But it is not so. What are my first thoughts when I wake. What do I reach for when I am sad and lonely. What do I spend my money on. What do I find myself justifying.

The Teacher said,"It isn't what a man eats that makes him unclean, it is what comes out of the heart."

I keep focusing on the externals, I sense all that comes out of my mouth. I have gotten things all out of order, theology doesn't match reality. It is not good.

Creator God, who made all, called order out of chaos, life out of nothing, and pronounced "it is good." Recreate me.

2 comments:

  1. Sometimes I feel the only thing I mouth with passion is, "me, me, me."

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  2. mom, you're a beautiful writer.
    that compels me.

    thinking about what we reach for in times of trouble or discomfort.

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