As your life is in His hands, so are the days of your life. But don’t let the sands of time get into the eye of your vision to reach those who sit in darkness. They simply must hear.

Wherever you are - be all there.

Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let me loose the tension of the grasping hand. Even, Father, would I lose the love of fondling. How often I have released a grasp only to retain what I prized by 'harmless' longing, the fondling touch. Rather, open my hand to received the nail of Calvary, as Christ's was opened- that I, releasing all, might be released, unleashed from all that binds me now. He thought Heaven, yea, equality with God, not a thing to be clutched at. So let me release my grasp.

Forgive me for being so ordinary while claiming to know so extraordinary a God.

He is no fool who parts with that which he cannot keep, when he is sure to be recompensed with that which he cannot lose.

Unwillingness to accept God's 'way of escape' from temptation frightens me - what a rebel yet resides within.

I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you Lord Jesus.