Because where there's a man who has no voice, there ours shall go singing.

I am so tired of complacency.

Why has my fire been dampened? My thirst has not been quenched. Yet, I am still foolishly stagnant. My life is not my own. It is an offering of love. Still, I waste the day.

This love has no reason to remain in me. It is to be poured lavishly on the children of the world and yet I keep it. I selfishly savor each moment with it. But you see, this love can never fully satisfy unless it is being shared with others. 

I have no desire to remain tomorrow what I already was today. 

I want to grow in my abilities.

I want to flourish in Your love.

I want to be lit from the flame of grace, with not a solitary selfish ambition left pulsing through my veins. 

It is not up to me who is reached by my outpouring of love, but it is up to me to make sure it is released. I am not called to make decisions, but to open hearts. I am not sent to save souls, but to expose their needs. I am an intercessor. I am a mighty ship whose port is within the hearts of others. I am guided by faith and fueled by love. I have no mission but that of a pirate; to pillage souls of their brokenness and ready them to be filled with true treasure. 

I want to be rid of this stagnation, rid of this complacency. I want a yearning, a passionate desire to pour an exuberant love into this cold world. Most of all, I want fulfillment of my purpose through a zealous joy in my mission.