"Please accept my distractions, my fatigue, my irritations, and my faithless wandering. You know me more deeply and fully than I know myself. You even offer me more than I can desire. Look at me, see me in all my misery and inner confusion, and let me sense your presence in the midst of my turmoil. All I can do is show myself to you. Yet I am afraid to do so. I am afraid that you will reject me. But I know -- with the knowledge of faith -- that you desire to give me your love. The only thing you ask of me is not to hide from you, not to run away in despair, not to act as if you were a relentless despot. Take my tired body, my confused mind, and my restless soul into your arms and give me rest, simple quiet rest. Do I ask too much too soon? I should not worry about that. You will let me know. Come. Lord Jesus, come. Amen."
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