“Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.” – Exodus 3:5b
My life is one that has been ravaged. I portioned out the substance that I once had to the rats and cockroaches in the deepest gutters of my soul. I am left, a shell, an empty vessel, waiting — wanting — to be filled. I have called myself a Christian, and I have — shamefully — become no more than a stumbling block. I have sold myself to drugs, to alcohol, to sex, and to hate. I want nothing more than to slough off the impurities of my sin. I want only to rid my spirit of its weak flesh. The will necessary to enact this plan, however, only shines her meager light in the heart of my nighttime solitude. There is a change that must be made. There is a girl who must die. Lord, I sacrifice her to You. Please, God, please take this disgusting worldly burden out of my soul. Every ounce of her sunken flesh, every speck of her filthy mind — rid me of her. I want to come back, God. I want to live and bask in Your glory. I want to do no work but Yours. Please, instill in me Your spirit of fire and of passion and of self-discipline.
Lord, I’ve found You again. Please don’t let me leave.