Cascades of obligations rain down on me, yet I stay in my closet and seek you.
Duty calls; am I shirking?
Eyes look for me; am I hiding?
My will hangs limp like a banner in summer.
Strengthen my faith, Lord. Time with you is its own accomplishment.
Which direction shall I walk? How may we draw near?
My steps falter and I am weak. Lord, pull me to you.
Does the road go from me to you, or from you to me?
The gardener does not do the growing. The seeds sprout, the roses bloom on their own. The ground has been prepared, the weeds removed – but you, Lord, bring life into the rows.
Let me learn humility. I tidy my room and think it accomplishment.
Let me step back and marvel at the growing things.
I stand still, listening for direction. What is to be done?
Lord, let me not walk ahead of your leading.