He's stripping me of all that I cling to. Every time I think I am healing from what is taken away, He just takes something else so that He is all that is left standing. It's a beautiful mess. My heart hurts more with each thing taken from me; but as my idols fall my need for Him deepens. I hate being angry about it, and I'm tired of being tired about it. I want to be thrilled that He loves me enough to steal my attention and drive out the things that rob me of seeing His face. I want to rejoice every time my attention is painfully turned back to His perfection. Yeah, I just want to feel that so badly. I half-heartedly pray that He would continue to strip me of things I put before Him. And I pray that I would soon be able to pray that prayer with sincerity.
"Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face,
Then I beg to be spared cause I'm a coward..."
-Nickel Creek
