God, I’m not trying to rule the roost, I don’t want to be king of the mountain. I haven’t meddled where I have no business or fantasized grandiose plans. I’ve kept my feet on the ground, I’ve cultivated a quiet heart. Like a baby content in its mother’s arms, my soul is a baby content. Wait, Israel, for God. Wait with hope. Hope now; hope always!
There is a quiet discomfort in not knowing the future. There is an uncertain agitation to trusting in Christ amidst the turmoil of immediate circumstance. Yet it is in such misunder standing or questioning we find a peace beyond all peace and a joy beyond all joy.
For we find our machinations and our scheming, or as some would call it dreaming and planning, do little to impress our God. He desires of us to be dependent creatures, always returning to Him for all things. He ignores all our doing and relating and unveils the deep truths of being His child.
For beyond all dreams, hopes, and aspirations, we must come to a place of resting in the wonder and love of our Heavenly Father. We must find our serenity in the peace and wonder of God.
Had the privilege of learning this from Brennan Manning at a seminar. I quietly pray . . . .
Abba, Abba, Abba . . . . I belong to You
Abba, Abba, Abba . . . . I belong to You
Abba, Abba, Abba . . . . I belong to You
Ashish Joy
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