Well, here I am. Me again. And once again Iím at a loss for words to say that I havenít already said five thousand, four hundred and twenty three times before.
Itís not like I donít have burdens. Lord, you know more than anyone else that I do. And you know the ins and outs, beginnings and happenings, and the eventual ending to each one. So what are they that I should worry over a single one of them?
Should I ask you to work in each of these situations although I already know that you are indeed always working for me in all of them? Whatís the point? Donít I sound ridiculous asking you for something youíre already doing and that I should have enough faith to trust in?
I guess Iíll never be known for the great showings of faith that I will have exhibited through my years.
So maybe my prayers and conversations with You should just be continuous praise sessions. Praise You for every little and great thing. Praise You for the car starting this morning. Praise you for life and breath. Praise you for clothes and food and electricity and water and, well, everything.
Praise You even for the things that seem bad when looked at through human eyes. Praise You for the tears. And maybe try just a little harder to remember that You are working within each one of those little tears that falls. As each one hits the ground, let me praise You for the fact that it did not fall in vain. Remind me that You, who sees all, allowed it to be shed for a reason, and that all Your reasonings are always for my good when all Your workings come to pass.
Hey, wait a minute- is this still me talking? I sure do wish I could be that person, but somehow the human side of me always takes over. Or maybe the devil makes me do it. You know: fuss, worry, complain, ache, and now and then a curse word slips from my lips before I even realize that it has formed.
How. How, Lord, do I ever get past all that to where I can be that person. That person that I so long to be, and that I know You want me to be?
Ah, yes. I know. I know, Lord. I am supposed to allow You to take over in those moments. Iím supposed to let You be that person within me.
Please do that, Lord. Reside in me. Fill me with such a holy, divine presence of You that those human moments are forced to release their hold on me. I want to be so filled with You and Your Spirit that nothing remains of me but You.
And maybe in those prayer when I donít know what to say, what not to say, and am just simply speechless, remind me that You hear everything the silence says.
I Love You, Lord.