Whose filling in my blanks?

I'm being sifted.

He told me that He wouldn't give me anything I couldn't bear.

 Could my circumstances be the honor He wishes to bestow?

 I give. I don't understand many things. I'm insecure and I can come up with excuses not to change that. But then the pressure grabs my attention again. Am I guarding the truth or defending the wounds I've settled to be defined by? I will not hide my weakness for it reveals the silliness of my will. For it is true that the One who made me could never be wrong. He starts with my inside. He sees it fitting to do complete work that can never be undone. Why recreate a shell when you can instill a vessel with the ever-present help and  Spirit of the God who is Living in order to establish a mind that challenges frauds and cheap satisfaction. So I'm reduced again in the uproar of demands for my attention. "Give it," "Love me," "Consume!" "Are you listening?" "Spend!" "Now!" "What are you dependent on?" I drop my shield for one moment and all my vulnerabilities are exposed and exploited. Foolishness then becomes the only path for my flighty fancies. 

Keep me from the mouth of my Oppressor, Jesus. Lord, guide me into the rooms, the sidewalks, the stalls, the shades, the recliners and seats of your will that my reports would be empty pages for you to fill, that my desires would pave stable paths for others to follow.

 Lately, I've left open my blanks for others to use, for the past to trump and for pain to clarify. Sophia always__________ so she is_______. She_____________to others and ______________ with what she has. Sophia is____________. Others say__________________so consequently_______________. Restlessness and frustration fuel death's prosecuted hand to scrawl all over grace's handiwork inside of me. How can weakness be a reason to boast? When the pain of my heart is revealed by abandonment's claim and this vulnerability is a chance for my Personal Father to grace me.  When trials and tribulations call my bluffs, Jesus comes to bestow His imperishable seed within me. "What I'm teaching you now," He woos me, " will be armor you will bear for others so it will not be a ministry you advertise but My Presence about and within you."

We walk through death together. 

He makes perfect cases in our defense.

We will be complete in His verdict of salvation.

Wholly claimed unto Jesus' riches.

His work is finished.