23. Juni 2019

Lord Jesus, You want honest words on my lips: no thought of mine is hidden from You anyway … but Lord, why does Your providence have to move so slowly? / I know that the seasons come and go in majestic sequence. The earth rotates on its axis in a predetermined rhythm. No prayers of mine could change any of this. I know that Your ways are not my ways; Your time is not my timing. But Lord, hoe do I, so earthbound, come to terms with the pace of eternity? / I want to be teachable, Lord. Is there some­thing You want to show me, some block You want removed, some change You want in me or my attitudes before You can answer my prayer? Give me the gift of eyes that see, of ears that hear what You are saying to me. / Come Lord Jesus, and abide in my heart. How grateful I am to realize that the answer to my prayer does not depend on me at all. As I quietly abide in You and let Your life flow into me, what free­dom it is to know that the Father does not see my threadbare patience or insufficient trust, rather only Your patience, and Your confidence that the Father has everything in hand. In Your faith I thank You right now for a more glorious answer to my prayer than I can imagine. Amen.