Wear Me

I weep as I lay myself before You God in the sand.... the sand of time, the sand of change. Sand never stays the same... it is always moving, always changing.... yet in order to follow You God, to walk with You, to birth what You have impregnated in me, in my spirit, in my soul I must some how draw a line in these sands and lay myself at Your feet in death.... death of my flesh - my own desires, my own longings, my own thoughts, my own needs - I cannot just fall at Your feet, I must willingly lay myself at Your feet and say,

"Here I am Father, Lord, Saviour, Lover, Master. I die before You to my self and I ask You now to pick me up, wear me like a glove on YOUR hand - not MY will but YOURS BE DONE ON EARTH TODAY just LIKE IN HEAVEN - TODAY - ON EARTH.

If I am going to be a glove on Your hand then that means with me You will touch the lost, the unloveable, the dirty in spirit and in the natural, the lame, the deaf, the possessed, the dead....

If I allow myself to be worn by You as a glove on Your hand then when You touch them I am between you and them, sometimes being pressed hard, sometimes feeling the pain, sometimes smelling the stench.... the way I used to smell to You. Wearing me as a glove on Your hand You will touch them by having me lay hands on them, hug them, hold them..... and Your Power - the Power of Pure Love - will flow through me and into the world.... nothing of me.. ALL YOU.

Here I am Lord, I lay myself in the sand at Your feet. I choose to die a death to self.... now. I ask of You, please help me to die.... You know how. Place me on Your hand as Your glove and wear me, use me to catch and hold the world with Your love.

I ask You to help me die Poppa because there is so much in me that does not want to die.... even some things I don't want to die! Yet compared to You, nothing is worth keeping. Wear me.
April 29,2009