Surrender to the wind

I wasn't on the boat, but watching from the shoreline

longing for the freedom of release

a moment of letting go

to allow the Holy Spirit to fill my sails

and carry me

in the direction He chooses.

As the sail cannot direct the wind

but must surrender

so too must flesh, self, ego

give way to spirit.

Should the clay control

the hands of the potter?

“What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator. Does a clay pot argue with its maker? Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying, ‘Stop, you’re doing it wrong!’ Does the pot exclaim, ‘How clumsy can you be?’ Isaiah 45:9 NLT

I want to rise each day

to die

that I might live

the filthy rags of self

exchanged
for the new that He offers

So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It's your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it. Colossians 3:12-14 The Message

My flesh fights

as my spirit yearns

for less of me

and more of Him

to live the words

spoken by the beloved disciple

He must increase, but I must decrease. John 3:30 NKJV

This was written in response to Bridget Chumbley's One Word At A Time Carnival - the prompt this week was "Ego" Come see what others have shared.

This time of fresh air and revelation was a special moment in my weekend so I am also sharing it at Emily's Chatting at the Sky - Tuesdays Unwrapped. Come visit and share your gift of moments.