Singspiration I : Pressure

Doctor, Lawyer, Banker, or Professor
Those are the options, laid out as petitions by your well-meaning parents in an attempt to direct your ambition.

Deacon, Minister, Youth Leader or Worship Coordinator
Those are the church positions, that the nominating committee discussions have recommended you for based on your previous exhibition of religion.

White, Black, Senior Citizen, Teenager,
Parent, Child, Single-Mother, Adult Learner
Each label comes laden with a collection of expectations that influences our actions.
Each minute we live seems orchestrated by the titles we aspire to obtain or in other situations maintain.

Expectations that must be met
and so the pressure builds, with each breath,
scaring us to death —the death of individuality and uniqueness.

And yet the only Wise One silently calls your name.
What will it be?
A life defined as success by society or a life of service defined by God.

It is easy to substitute the voice of the well-meaning multitude for the silence of the One.
It is so easy to succumb to the need to fulfill their expectations than wait in anticipation for direction for the One.

Teach me Lord to live to please ONLY YOU, my true audience of one.

Inspired by the song below

Another Attempt

I need to speak
to give hope to the weak
and ignite a feat that compels others to seek
the One who neither slumbers nor sleeps,
who intercedes on our behalf because He loves us.

He loves you 

He loves mii!

Just as I am without one plea
Except that His blood was shed on a tree 
To make me free, and yet on most days I flee
His grace and take refuge in the noise of the babble 
Empty words polluting my conscience
Hindering me from hearing Him

Oh to just bask in the silence and be still.  

To be still until the words that flow affirm the reason for my existence
To be still until the words that flow are a sweet fragrance
Reminding the world of His constant presence 

I need to speak
No, I need to be still
Bringing into captivity every thought, until He speaks thru' mii

.... the return of the unspoken

Where do I start. I tried to return two years ago, but I couldn't.
So here we are in 2015 and the need once again rises to speak to put thoughts to words and pen to paper. 
But I hesitate, primarily because I need it to be ALL Him. 

So the plan is bi-monthly, every 1st and 3rd Wednesday.

So help mii God.