I question my perception, Never certain of Your Sovereign will, specific Purpose ordained for my life. I waffle one way, then another— Reaching for defined direction All while Your Spirit speaks Through nature, news, fellowship, Word. I stop. See You in action, summoning Only as You, my beloved Abba, can. Nebulous struggle recedes. * * * Photo by Ana Municio on Unsplash
Lord, this is not how I would write this story were it mine. I acknowledge you’re the Author, yet you gave creative license to one who flounders, finding the pen too heavy to hold, making scribbles where clear cursive lettering should be— according to me. Please spotlight your hand hovering under his, waiting too long, in my opinion, for him to return writing right to you. And while I’m praying, Lord, here’s my pen, too. * * * Photo by Stephen Tettey Atsu on Unsplash