“So the Lord must wait for you to come to him so he can show you his love and compassion. For the Lord is a faithful God. Blessed are those who wait for his help.”
Isaiah 30:18 NLT
Of all the things I love, I love to catch him thinking.
Something I heard the other day about dogs, I still don’t believe. I believe it was a well known speaker/preacher and he was talking about us in the world and oh, I don’t remember.
He was trying to amuse us I think, comparing man to dog, interjecting a point to cause a chuckle, caused me to ponder, I might have even tilted my head to the side, possible eye roll. (?) My facial experiences have a mind of their own.
For the life of me, I can’t remember where or who or why he said what he did.
But, I do remember he said that dogs don’t have thoughts and don’t really have roles or purposes on the earth like we do.
Expectations like being kind, loving, non-judgmental, welcoming to those in need and serving where God places us to serve and doing so without demand or self-seeking.
I was thinking this morning about my prayer yesterday. It was uncomplicated and it was almost happened upon, unsolicited, unquestionable.
A prayer of surrender, which is typically oh, here I go attempting again to be everything for everyone so that I can say my all is everyone’s all and take what you need because I have everything I need.
Work, commitment, a task…surrender has always felt like work.
Never felt like open ended sentence, open minded acceptance.
the action of surrendering.
capitulation, submission, yielding, succumbing, acquiescence; fall, defeat, resignation
“the ordeal ended with their peaceful surrender”
What came from my heart yesterday was a sureness of God being purposeful in my life, an acknowledgment that He always has been; but, now an acceptance of this truth and a joining in of my part.
My prayer, simple:
I surrender to your preparing, Lord.
I am acquiescing. I am subtle in my surrender, accepting, allowing, waiting with calm and quiet confidence.
Lord, I am acquiescing.
What a beautiful word, the thought of it, a new favorite.
: to accept, comply, or submit tacitly or passively
The morning told me right away, your sleep was more settled and you are slightly changing, surrendered still, not striving and stressing. Continue here.
Colt waits for me to rise from my morning place.
He expects my rising slowly for a second cup of coffee and his food poured and fresh water given.
He waits. He knows my lingering, accepts it and joins in the mood. He sits for a minute, oblivious to me and looks towards the morning, surrendered to our day.
The day that has become his, this I for one believe, he’s happily thinking.
Colt and I, acquiescing.
Linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee at Tell His Story here: http://jenniferdukeslee.com/jesus-really-enough-2/