Stretch Marks

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

“God pulled, prodded, and elasticized my faith
until it had stretch marks.”*
“You don’t live this kind of life accidentally.
You make up your mind who you want to be
and daily die to the rest. You surrender yourself
to living in the tension where you’ll always be stretched…”**
~Beth Moore
 
Lord, stretch me till the stretch marks start to show.
For then, without a doubt, Lord, I will know
That my faith’s ever growing, as I see
The way that you keep working, Lord, in me.
 
And as You pull, and prod, and stretch my faith,
I’m learning that You also send the grace
To bear the strain that stretching may impart
Upon an ever-growing, yielded heart.
 
So stretch me, Lord. Make my faith ever new,
As I live out an active faith, in You;
Where every day, Your busy hand I see
Not resting, Lord, but beckoning to me.
 
 
“Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit,
let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads
or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives.”
Galatians 5:25 The Message
 
©Lisa DeVinney, November 2012
 
* Believing God, Week 2, Day 2, pg. 31.
**James: Mercy Triumphs, Week 3, Day 3, pg. 86.
 

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