Jesus, the Prize
The more I think about you, Jesus, the clearer I see your face and see that there is nothing on this earth that is worth having more than you. Nothing. Nothing matters to me but you. No action matters to me but what I see you doing first. I want to follow you. All I ask is that you hold my hand, as I hold my child’s hand when leading them into a new and scary place. For nothing is as frightening as being without you. And nothing could fill my heart with more joy and stillness than you. You are my heart’s desire.
I’ve gathered up all my life and laid it out before me, as if packing a bag for a long trip. And I find I need nothing but you. No plans, no gifts, no talents, no obligations, no striving, no needs. Just you.
Psalm 131:2: “Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me.”
Oh, that I would be one that ushers others into your rest. Amen.
November 28th, 2007 at 11:07 pm
Amen.