Why do I ever fight it? Every time I let go, or start to anyways, everything falls into place so perfectly. It’s so obvious God sits here begging me to surrender so he can take over, but every time things start to go right again I try to regain control of my life. It’s like for some reason I don’t fully trust that God knows what’s best for me. Subconsciously I feel like I know better than God. What a crazy thought.
Loveee, Ashley
What shall I do with you, my love?
What shall I do with you?
For your loyalty to Me is like the morning clouds,
Like the dew that goes away so early.
What shall I do with you, my love?
You keep bringing Me sacrifices
To ease your mind,
But it’s your heart that I want.
Hasn’t it been a long road
With disappointments,
Chasing after lovers
That just throw you away?
And are you done fighting now?
All the love it takes to lighten you,
Shame was never meant to be your portion.
You keep bringing Me sacrifices
To ease your mind,
But it’s your heart that I want.
Though these sins are red as scarlet,
I will wash them white in My mercy.
Though these sins are red as scarlet,
I will wash them white in My mercy.
Though these sins are red as scarlet,
I will wash them white in My mercy.
What shall I do with you, my love?
What shall I do with you?
You keep bringing Me sacrifices
To ease your mind,
But it’s your heart that I want.
| — | Isaiah 43:1 (via giving-it-all-to-him) |
