Help me to live with purpose, with meaning, with intention.
And let those three not be measured or determined by
another. Let the three be determined only by you
and by your promise.
Help me not linger, disenchanted in the waiting,
the waiting for time to do all I feel so deeply you’ve made for me to do, the things of me, made by you.
Help me to move from hope to knowing.
Yet not rush, head and heart stumbling over self, a careless and haphazard effort driven by insecurity or comparison.
Dear Lord, help me to live as you purposed, as you promised.
Help me to live and love in the middle of hope and heart and
best to come
because of mercy and because of asking
and of believing,
And stopping, Jesus called them and said, “What do you want me to do for you?” They said to Him, “Lord, let our eyes be opened.” And Jesus in pity touched their eyes and immediately they recovered their sight and followed him.
Linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee at Tell His Story and Suzie Eller’s prompt, Lord, I need a sign.