Hahaha, You are my Yacht! Your favor makes others seeth with jealousy as I sail by. “What about the starving children?!” they sneer. “He’s so selfish!” they say as the length of You gives them time to reload another disdainful remark. Still going, they huff and puff trying to offer a damning comment that would return me to them. Still going, even I am beginning to wonder, “Is this cruel, Lord?” “Let them mock my love for you,” You reply. “Yes, Lord,” says I, “then wash my hands and head as well!” “No need, for you are clean,” You say as You finish sailing past the foe. I look back wanting to offer them some comfort as they continue to shout at me, but their voice fades as they become smaller. “When will they turn and see their yachts anchored at the harbor?” I ask, but then You pick up speed and all questions, no matter how well-intentioned, are left to float as a buoy warning any who follow of the rocks of pride.  Psalm 84:12

 

Thank You, oh LORD, for giving us a Name by which we can call You. A Name that was given to us from the fire that didn’t consume, but made holy. You told Moses to offer it as proof to Your people that his mission was from You and that their salvation was nigh. You are not a god who overwhelms his people consuming them in madness. You do not use us up and cast us aside. You are not in the business of abuse but are in one of sanctification to make us holy. You gave us a Name that tells us we are not alone. It reassures us by letting us know You beyond that of idolatry. They have an image that they made with their hands, we have a Name.  Exodus 3:13-15

 

You are my Yearbook, the best highlights of my life. With You, I remember my greatest victories. I wouldn’t have had them without You. You opened the door and granted me access to power I didn’t and still don’t have on my own. I also see my painful heartaches, my missed opportunities that for some reason made sense back then. You make even those a memory best left behind. With You, I recognize nostalgia as an illusion. I remember so much that has happened in my life and so much that was said to me and how much I have changed since then. You are the theme that carries me through my painful embarrassments and unveils the undeserved possibilities of tomorrow.  2 Corinthians 9:8

 

Lord, I want You in every part of my life. There is no part that I want to hold back from You. You know everything anyway. It doesn’t make sense to keep anything from You. You know my thoughts, You’ve heard my words, You’ve seen my actions. You know my triumphs, You know my shame. It is pointless. Like feigning innocence when I run a red light in front of the police. I know what I’ve done and why and You do too. Even if all of society placed me in the right, it is Your judgment I long for. Yours is the only One that matters. Your Spirit is like Yeast to my life. You are always at work. The more I’m in line with You and Your will, the more I am able to taste Your joy, and the more free I become. Your Word helps me to discern Your path, and I want to run in it.  Matthew 13:33

 

Everything has motion. From the planets and other things in space- things beyond my view, to oceans and volcanoes- things within my view, there is only One before whom all things Yield. There is only One with the power and authority to make even time itself stand still. You are the One, oh Lord! In my humanity, within my mortal bonds, I am always moving- breathing, heart beating. One day coming will see my motion cease. Even in death, I read of the heavenly hosts singing. Is there then movement after life? If there is, the yielding, the stillness, belongs to You and You alone. I yield my thoughts and You open me to marvelous things. I yield my words and You replace them with ones that give life. I yield my actions and You provide to accomplish more than I could dream.  Romans 6:13

 

You are my song, my shout, my echoing Yodel. I stand on the mountain tops overlooking my life and I listen for Your call. I hear Your voice in the distance calling out a yodel of love. Though I may walk through life’s dark and twisted trail, Your voice echoes clearly guiding me on. Even if armies surround me and the thunder of their battlecry deafens me, Your voice cuts through the din and delivers me. Their cry that was meant to trap and terrify me has become their own doom. For You lift me high, beyond the reach of any man. The avalanche is coming and is even now at hand and will bury all. It is destruction, but I listen to Your yodel that carries me to You.  Colossians 3:17

 

You are God. You are the One I pray to in times of panic, in my desperation. In my joy, I give You praise. I turn to You because You are not me. I do not see all, You do. What I would do may have begun from good intentions, but as the chips fall, they’d reveal I only do what suits me and my fallible conscience. You are the only One who is right, pure, and good. I would have to be thousands of years old that I may see the endgame of my decisions, even then it wouldn’t reveal enough. I’d need to be there in the beginning and at the end to judge fairly if my decision was the right one. Each choice is connected to others which were made by others that were made by others… A genealogy of selfishness or charity would tell the tale. Where would I find myself without You?  Psalm 16:5-11