I took Judah on a bike ride today. He peddled fast then would stop, look around, complain about not being able to peddle any longer and sit, until a push from me would give him the momentum to continue. There were moments of frustration when I would tell him to get to the side of the road and ignoring me he would reach down to touch the paint on the center line, or not listen to my calls of 'stop! there are cars' until my hand grabbed the bike and halted it.
By the time we made it home I felt discouraged. It is a beautiful day and I had eagerly taken my children out to experience the perfect coolness of the air on their skin and to soak in the warmth of the sun. When I returned I felt drained and exhausted.
And in this moment I can just imagine how I come across to the Lord. Willful and headstrong. Defiant. Certain that I know which way is best and that he should just follow after me. Let me lead, let me set the pace.
I wonder, what would life look like if I fully gave control of the reigns. If I moved from a place of peace and rest rather than my typical take charge attitude.
It truly is a letting go. Trusting that he who formed me, is holding me gently cradled in his arms. That he has set the path before me and if I will just listen to the sweet guiding of his voice, I will reach my destination unscathed. Whole. Full of joy. As he means it to be.
There is a verse that says 'why worry about tomorrow, what you will eat or what you will drink? don't you know that he who clothes the lilies of the field will also clothe you?' How awesome that God cares about what we wear. That the things that are important to us are also to Him. That he values the mundane, the every day.
We are called to live quiet lives of peace. Not boring lives of lack. I think that somewhere along the line I began to believe that God wanted less for me, when in reality he wants more. He wants my good, more desperately than I do myself.
Just as I long for my children to trust me. To heed my voice. To respond eagerly and with diligence. Because I value their lives and their welfare. I want them to enjoy their days, not suffer through. I am heart heavy for their good and eager to protect them from evil. Yet they have to allow me to guide them, they have to listen when I call. Or we retire back, to spend the rest of the day in the house, practicing responding to my voice.
Let my heart, oh God! leap at the sound of your words. Let it turn eager and ready at the faintest breath of your call. Let me be a life that brings you joy and peace, as I exist in the joy and peace you have prepared for me. Let me live fully dependent on you. Always desperate to bend at the slightest hint of your hand.
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