Precious Lord,
I feel like I'm chasing so many things, like a dog chasing its tail or a cat chasing a squirrel. I don't know that I'll ever catch up, but every time I catch sight, I'm off, be it money or attention or success or some other false god that has caught my attention. I divide my heart, thinking I can manage it, thinking that I will have enough left over for you.
I know that you don't want the leftovers, and I know you promise to prune the faithful so they will grow, but part of me pulls back, afraid of what you might ask for, unwilling to sacrifice, unwilling to trust. I trust myself because it's easier, even though it stunts my growth.
Grant me a clean heart, O Lord, that I might know your will, and that knowing it, I might follow it. Teach me to focus on you, so that the distractions might fade away. Grant me the courage to be still, O Lord, that I might hear your voice and, hearing it, that I might trust you and grow.
Amen
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