A cry from the cistern

God, you're doing such amazing things around the world, even here in America.  And yet it's so easy for me to forget when I become so self-absorbed, sitting in my own little corner and siphoning off a little of your glory for myself.  Is it any wonder that I'm left feeling so dry, the world feeling so cold and empty.

But You are here.  You remain.  I can't forget that.  The dead are coming to life, the blind are seeing, the prisoners are being set free.  Porn stars are coming to know freedom and life.  I have yet to see justice... but I am starting to.  I believe.  I will not give up, even though it's so easy!

I have not been holding on to the dreams you've given me for very long... dreams for justice and righteousness and the presence of God to return to us.  Yet it's already so easy to give up hope.  Lord, do not forget us!

Yet, let the revival begin in my heart.  I want to love You without reservation even when I don't see an immediate advantage in it for myself.  I want my addiction to self to end.