Waiting...knowing that You have called me to more. I wait, O Lord, knowing that in spite of my mistakes, You still have a plan for me. I wait for Your direction, for I do not want to miss You this time. I am waiting.
Listening...for the slightest whisper of Your voice, Your answer, Your love. I have heard You before, and I wait to hear Your voice so crystal clear again. You have not forgotten me. You are teaching me, even in Your silence, so I listen expectantly.
Watching...for the move of Your hand, calling me to move, to turn, to wait. Your hand has held me these many years, sheltered me in these many storms, and claimed me so many eternities ago as my name was carved into Your flesh. You have not forgotten me. You have not cast me aside. I am Yours.
Breathing...inhaling the perfume of Your holiness, I bask in Your Presence. You have called me deeper, into an intimacy, a passion, that only You fulfill. I long to breathe in this fragrance that cannot be captured, cannot be imitated, cannot be forgotten.
Knowing...that my life is not my own, that all my days are gifts from Your hands, that I still struggle with my will, my wants, and my will-nots, You love me anyway.
You call me. You have watched me in my struggles, in my joys. Then, You hold out Your hand to me. You wrap me in Your arms and pull me to Your chest, holding me, holding me. I am home.
Father,
I have heard Your voice, loudly, clearly. I know You still call me, daily, to the place of Your holiness. Sometimes, Lord, I enter in, but more often, I barely make it to the outer Temple before I give up, get distracted by the busy-ness of the day, of this life. I long to enter into the Holy Place, to be consumed by You. Empty me of me, and fill me with YOU. Do not let me settle for normal. I have been created for Glory!
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