The definition of an avid journalist is someone who continually pours out their poor, misguided heart onto a page that neither feels their pain nor rejoices in their pleasure and will never, ever write them back.
I am the definition of an avid journalist.
But somehow, through the unresponsive and therefore nonjudgmental “listening” provided by this unwitting page, I can come to terms with myself, my faults and my future plans of action.
An ugly sin of negligence has come to light in my heart.
I try to please my father, and fail.
But I never even give my mother the least attempt at pleasure.
She’s always priority number two on my list, and because I never accomplish priority number one, she never is honored.
But God has commanded me to honor my father AND my mother.
Not my father first, and then my mother if I have enough honoring left in me.
How can I, who cannot honor and please my father and mother, who I can see, ever hope to please my God and Father whom I cannot see?
Tonight I ask the Lord, “What would You like me to do?”
The answer is clear: Tomorrow I will ask each parent, “What would you like me to do?”
Asking is the easy part. Tomorrow, I must cheerfully obey.
Lord, the light Thou gives is bright
My eyes of flesh can’t bear the sight.
Surrender is a painful task—
It means I do whate’er Thou ask.
And when Thou ask that I obey
It means I do whate’er they say.
It’s here that Love is put to test
For it may never, ever rest.
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