Wednesday, January 10, 2021

Dear God,

How do we ever fully know your will?  How can we say unequivocally we know the will of God in a particular situation?  How can we be sure?

A heart that longs to do your will is one that trusts you to speak, to bend perhaps not the situation but us.  One that realizes you do not exist to rubber stamp our wishes, our desire.  One that searches ways to beat in rhythm to your heartbeat rather than expecting you to join ours.

Such longings draw me back to the psalmist who says, "I long for you, O Lord, like a deer pants for water."  I want that deep longing, O God.  I want my heart to beat with yours.  I want to trust you more than I trust my own breath.  I want to be one with you.

But who am I to want my piddly little faith to be deeply connected to yours?  What right do I have?  What can I possibly offer to this "twosome?  Nothing much I know, yet, my heart wants it.

Mold my heart

with your hands,

O God.

Show me

the way.

Hold me close. 

Bend my will

to yours.

Love, Andrea