Kate has given us the word prompt “dedicate”. It’s not the easiest word to ponder when working a busy shift at work. One wonders how to fit it into one’s life you know? To what would I dedicate my life to? How does my dedication to anything show? Do I have anything in my life I want to be dedicated to? I ponder all this stuff while shuffling groceries to the shelves, uplifting my colleagues, and being nice to the customers we get in. This song kept popping into my head, which, because as so often happens, I got the words wrong! I dedicate my love to you… (instead of celebrate my love) Ah well… we’ll work with it!
I Dedicate My Love to You
Tonight, as I sit,
halfway falling asleep
I thought of things I’d like
to change.
I’m admittedly struggling
in many ways in my life
right now.
I’m tired, sore, and a bit
fed up with a lot of things,
and back to living a life
filled with doubts about so much.
So thinking about dedicating a
life, particularly, my life to something has
me filled with some
serious uncertainty.
I dedicate my love to you.
A hubby who loves me
even when I’m most unlovely.
The depth of his love for
me overwhelms me at times and
I often feel unworthy of it, and
yet his love reminds me of God.
I dedicate my love to you.
A son, struggling with issues of
faith, giving up on God, not
seeing a point in pursuing
someone invisible to him, a son who
can’t see the beauty in the unexpected
happenings of God in action.
Hard-working, gentle spirited,
a solidly good man in many ways.
Yet I fear daily for his very soul.
I dedicate my love to you.
Creator of the universe, the
one who holds my breath in his hands,
who sees my doubt and fears and yet,
inexplicably loves me, and
I will never understand why
as I see the depravity of my very soul
every single day.
And yet his plan is to save me for
all eternity to celebrate his glory.
None of it makes sense to me
right now.
Sometimes, life makes no sense
since tiredness and duty overwhelms
all other thoughts.
And yet, in my heart under all the
uncertainty of living, this dedication remains.
A solid footing in the quagmire of
frequent despair.
A dedication that means
I am loved.
Despite my unloveliness
I am loved.
Dedication then,
a good thing yes?
Annette, I love this. I can identify with a lot in your poem, including grown children who have turned away. I do pray that God would draw them back to Himself because what they are looking for can only be found in Him. Blessings to you!
Thank you Gayl. So much praying to do eh?
This is beautiful, and I relate to a lot of the thoughts you share about the tiredness, overwhelm and uncertainty, but the dedication that remains underneath.
thank you Lesley.
This is beautiful, Annette, and I can relate to so much of it. Right now especially to “Sometimes, life makes no sense since tiredness and duty overwhelms all other thoughts.”
it’s hard sometimes isn’t it Sandra?
The constant faithful love of God is such a marvellous thing. I feel like I can only begin to understand it. And the only response is to dedicate myself back to him.
it’s like the only thing we can do.
How honest. And how lovely, Annette. Thank you.
Thank you. Honesty is sometimes hard, but sometimes God has me writing what I don’t expect to. I live with it. 🙂
Beautiful, Annette! Sending you a hug. And joining you in prayer for your precious son and his transition into manhood.
Lisa, thank you, though I’d probably shy back a bit from the hug until I know you. But I know your heart in your writings. 🙂 And it is good. Thank you much for your prayers.