A Prayer of a Desperate Housewife - An Elusive Truth
I am in awe of Your loving care over me.
Do you really derive pleasure and delight from me?
I am so insignificant.
I am not a great follower of You.
I am so sinful.
I am not very talented.
I have not done amazing things.
YET, Your word and my daily experience, confirm that You delight in me.
You - love- me!
How can I grasp this? How can I live in the sheer joy and confidence of this? How can I praise You enough?
I stand outside. I gaze upwards. Beyond the reach of my sight there are stars, planets and galaxies beyond number, yet, as I stand there, I am aware that You know me.
You know my thoughts.
How? How can this be?
There are wars, famines, persecutions, disasters, illnesses and tragedies.
There are talented people doing great things worthy of notice.
There is so much going on for You to orchestrate and intervene in - and You do - but even so - even so -
You are aware of me.
Aware of my trembling heart. You see my desire to love more, to fear less, to obey better, to honour You with who You have made me and the gifts I possess.
You see my worries, my foolishness and You see what You long to make of me.
May I submit to Your will, my Potter, my Shepherd, my Father, my Creator, my Saviour
and my God.