Saturday, November 13, 2010

The Fear of the Lord

In my school today, the topic was, ‘The Fear of the Lord’. My speaker was Maria Broersma, and she spoke out of the book of Job. She defined the fear of the Lord as:
Recognizing who he is, and recognizing who I am next to him and then living like I understand that truth.
She explained how one of the main points we can observe in this book is the contrast between God’s philosophy and man’s philosophy. And then we are faced with the question: which philosophy am I going to live by?
Today, I came face-to-face with the GREATNESS of my pride and my self-centeredness. Maria asked the question:
Am I pursuing man’s idea of success, or God’s?
She taught that what pleases God is to love God and love my neighbour.
And how to love my neighbour? She brought us to 1 Corinthians 13:
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.Love never ends.
As I listened to all she was saying, my own impatience came to mind. Lately I have been really restless and I have given myself permission to allow my feelings to affect the way I have related to people. This has manifested in impatience. I am a naturally impatient person, however I have dropped my guard over the past few weeks and allowed myself to act in impatience with people.
As Maria was sharing about the GREATNESS of God, I realised that I have put myself in the judge’s seat. God alone knows the hearts of people and only he can judge what is really going on. I only see the outward actions and based on that, form a judgement of them to which I respond in irritability. God forgive me...
God’s goal in my life is not to make me more comfortable, but for me to have a greater revelation of who he is... 
Maria Broersma

Friday, November 5, 2010

The Real Me

Foolish heart looks like we're here again
Same old game of plastic smile
Don't let anybody in
Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
How much will they take before I'm empty
Do I let it show, does anybody know?


But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me


Painted on, life is behind a mask
Self-inflicted circus clown
I'm tired of the song and dance
Living a charade, always on parade
What a mess I've made of my existence
But you love me even now
And still I see somehow


But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me


Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me
You're turning the tattered fabric of my life into
A perfect tapestry
I just wanna be me


But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
And you love me just as I am
Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me


The Real Me
Natalie Grant