sad selfiesLord, may I be willing to love.

Let me be willing to sacrifice, truly sacrifice for others.

Make me willing to set down my false self.

Make me willing to see myself: the despicable and the beautiful.

Let me be willing to own each and every loved nook and cranny.

Make me willing to to see hard truths.

Let me be willing to own up to my consistent delusional thinking.

Let me be willing to sit with selfish steps taken towards shiny idols &  illusions of grandeur.

Make me willing to set down the inherent pride in boasting of my freedoms.

Let me be willing to walk through the valley of the shadow of death as I follow you.

Make me willing to see you for who you really are, not who I want you to be.

Let me willing to face how inconvenient it all is.

Make me willing to weigh the consequences of my choices always, always, always for the sake of others.

—-> Because, right now, I’m not.

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“On Fridays around these parts we like to write. Not for comments or traffic or anyone else’s agenda. But for pure love of the written word. For joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker.

We love to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. For five minutes flat.

Here’s how we do it:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog’s footer}.

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt: Willing.”

-Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday

 

 

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  1. Debbie Williamson says:

    Thanks Grace for these words on “willing.” We are wise to begin these conversations with ourselves about our willingness to be truthful and open and real with one another and the Lord. Blessings to you today.

  2. This is beautiful, Grace. Every line.

  3. “Make me willing to see myself: the despicable and the beautiful.”

    Love this Grace.

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