I have been so thankful to have less fatigue this week that I might have gotten a bit carried away. Filled my days pretty full and went pretty hard for the first part of the week… needless to say I was breathless at the end of the week. I found myself jittery and kinda worn out.
I realized my prayer time had suffered, I stumbled into cookie cutter prayers again. I was doing the same old ‘be with me Lord, be with me Lord… oh gotta run, hope your coming too!’ pray…
The other night I gave into the gnawing need to quiet myself and have some focused prayer time.
I had barely closed my eyes when ‘be with me Lord’ escaped my lips…
I froze as soon as I said it…
His Spirit called to me to come.
I winced and was stilled as my heart felt the prick…
He was still softly asking me to come…
and it hit me like a ton of bricks…
I was again running ahead…
In that quiet moment, in the whispered conversation between my savior and I…
My ‘please be with me Lord’ was instantly traded in for ‘I come to you Lord’…
So again I took his hand…
I traded in my reckless headstrong racing ahead for trust, obedience and a willingness to be lead by my Lord.
TTFN
beautiful. I’m feelin’ a God breeze wafting from this post. mmmmm…..
So timely in the season when I tend to rush. That line, “hope you’re coming, too!”, though not one I tend to pray aloud, so often reflects my attitude and actions. Thank you for the call back.