I have a song waiting to be sung. I have a story waiting to be told. I have a purpose waiting to be fulfilled. All of this waiting, and so little time.
Open the gates, Lord, set me to action. All that I can be still lies ahead — the gates open every day for as long as I live, and yep, I’m still breathing, I still feel my heart beating, and (ouch!) I still have knees to carry me forward and hands to do the work.
Let’s get busy, you and I, Lord, on what you put me here to do. I know as long as I keep you in sight and present, all will turn out for the good. I haven’t always remembered to do that, but when I do the results are clear.
My prayer is that I keep remembering the source of all joy, because I prefer joy.
The words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart please me this morning, but more important, I pray that they please my Lord and Redeemer. It’s not about me in the end of things, is it? We each have our decisions and choices, and to the extent they align with God’s will, we will be blessed.
