'Tis Blessing, I Speak {9}

Humility.

It is yours.

That you would see it and know it,
that you would choose it, claim it,
breathe it and be it.
~~
Can I ask you, dear sir, a question?
It is sincere,
an "I would really like to know."

Are you living for the Lord?
Or are you living for yourself?
~~

Yesterday I was forwarded an email from you,
inviting all of our friends to your house,
for food and community.

I didn't make it on the list.

There's enough of a history here
for me to not know if you just forgot that I existed,
or if you didn't really want me there.
And so though it said: anyone welcome!,
I chose to respect you, chose not to go.

This is not the first time something along these lines has happened;
I never really know if I'm just not in your mind,
or if you're sending me a message of "don't get any ideas".

In the past, this would have rocked me,
would have hurt, would have made me scared
that all I'd heard and all I'd seen had been not of the Lord.

But more recently my response tends to be:

Whatever dude; just deal with your shit.

Because this has nothing to do with
whether or not you would choose me;
this is about: Are you living for Him?
~~

This morning I sit before Him,
in quiet strength humility.
I know that I know that I know that I know:
no matter what you choose,
I wouldn't do anything differently.

And because I believe that He has more for you
than you will let yourself believe for yourself,
today I speak humility over you.
That you would lay yourself down,
live only for Him, and let Him fulfill His Word.

May the Lord bless and keep you, 

may he make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you, 

and turn his face toward you, and give you his peace.