Rachel Whisman

Too much to handle
Hands seem unfit for the task
“Humble me,” I plead
As plates shatter and clatter

Withered on the ground
Thoughts wrinkled in time
“Help me,” I beckon
His word enfolds the void

Handle, He proved
Nail-scared, on the cross for me and you
Silent he suffered
Redemption ringing through

Withered in power
The curse left in ashes
Exonerated by His spirit
Bound in Him and His gracious endowment

With this, I lead
And never flee
But cling to the one
Who has set me free

Had the Spirit been given to Christ by measure, we would soon have exhausted all sufficiency in Himself to be to the soul all that the soul desires. Is the soul dead? Christ is its life. Is the soul weak? Christ is its strength. Is the soul ignorant? Christ is its wisdom. Is the soul guilty? Christ is its righteousness and judgment. 

-John Owen

How It Came To Be

“Lord, I am overwhelmed.” “This seems like too much right now.” “I don’t get what you’re doing.” These are the honest statements that I shared with the Lord that inspired me to write this. Sitting, praying, reading, and being reminded of my limits. Limits that wear thin on my pride and a tool that Lord has used to humble me. An invitation to seek the Lord and draw near to Him. It is true that we can’t do it all. He does not expect us to do it all, but He has called and prepared us to do the work that He has placed before us. Not alone, but by his power and with others. When the phantoms of life evoke fear, to the cross we must go to. If He has handled our greatest dread, will He not also continue to handle us with the greatest care and help us through it all?

 I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”

John 16:33