Father, in the stillness of the morning I am reminded of your great love for me. I get caught up in always doing what I think will please you yet not truly knowing if I am. I am fearful of doing this life thing wrong, of getting to the end realizing I missed the point entirely, full of regret.
How do I rest in You, relying on Your voice leading me? How can I be sure it’s Your voice I hear and not my own?
If I’m in a crowded room, straining to hear the voice of one speaking to me, what do I do? I seek to take the conversation somewhere quiet, where I can hear clearly.
Even in my time with You, good things – devotionals, commentary, pretty memes (others’ voices) – can obscure Your whisper. Draw me to Your voice, Your Word alone. May I follow. May I discipline myself to shut out the background – to leave the room – so I can hear Your voice clearly.
Because without it, I’m a lost sheep.
Dorothy Hill says
Tender, transparent, revealing our hearts’ desire to truly connect with our merciful God. My heart joins yours and whispers, “Yes, Lord. Me too. Let me hear, too.” Thank you for your longing
heart and precious words.