Lord, the light of your peace and love shines only inches away from my heart
But I have stepped back in discouragement and weariness
Of this I repent and ask your forgiveness and your help.
I wait on you to renew my strength. I hold myself still. My words few.
Light my path O Lord. Or not. Only open my fretting heart and churning mind
To see your nearness and to trust not only with my mind but with my spirit.
For you O Lord are God in heaven, and I am here on earth.
Yet, Emmanuel is still here – God with us. When the Son left, the Spirit came. God with me.
And not clothed in flesh and consigned to a single geographical spot or chronological time.
God still is here in me - Oh, Holy Spirit, is this not a time when you might shout instead of whisper?
To overcome the heartsickness of hope deferred.
Jesus, I cannot, and if I could I would not, talk myself into a good mood.
But I can and will speak the truth to myself.
You have taught me what is good and what you require of me.
To do justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with my God … with You.
Do I need all these material matters solved before I will do that?
Can I not today in the midst of addressing my mundane responsibilities and tasks
Do justly? Love mercy? Walk humbly with you?
No in truth I cannot. O Spirit of the Living God fall afresh on me.
Will I refuse to praise and to be joyful until all is well with my life?
Or only until all is well with my soul?
This waiting, these uncertainties, and the seemingly insurmountable pile of problems to be solved.
It is suffering. So I have your Word on it – I rejoice in my sufferings for they produce perseverance.
And perseverance produces … well. Whatever. Spirit-buoyed hope and trust do not disappoint us.
Number and direct my steps today, for I truly do not know what to do.