The Redeemed

Written by: Anna Bryant Give me strength to follow you Lord. Help me to know your face in a crowd. Let me not lose sight of the goal while in this world of training.  I have struggled to run this race which was set for me, since before I was born.  I want to know how I can best praise  your name. Is it by dancing to a song giving you praise? Or by reciting the best written script imaginable? You say all these things will pass away…. So what is it you want from us? A question so many have strived to answer, yet why are so many unsatisfied. What if the best answer is contentment to your will…. what if we stop trying to chose what is worthy of your praise  instead,    Love like you did, Pray as you prayed to your Father, Trust in the promises you have made. Living out our faith instead of acting out faith.

Written By: Anna Bryant God! this stretching hurts. why do you let all the pain happen? why do you let me get hurt, over and over again. you have all power, yet, you let that board hit me in the head. you let my vision blur.  the world has lost all stability, my head is swimming, and nothing can calm the sea in my stomach from raging. you say you love me but there is so much pain. I know you are with me and sometimes that makes me feel worse. I know you can stop it all in a breath but the pain continues.  The Creator of the universe who loves me, but won't stop the pain. how is this preparing me? how does this make me stronger? Words cut deeper than the board could.  "Why do you get hurt all the time?" "Maybe we should put you in bubble wrap?" Each time, I fight the doubt that you, The Creator, might not care. I look around and see others who have not been through so much and I try hard not to envy them.  (A Breath) You are constant and I know this. you are fait...