Prose To The Father
6 Mar
Father, I am humbled that you would use a nobody like me to minister and encourage your people. I am humbled that you would choose me, anoint me and ordain me to speak what thus saith the Lord. Tonight, after hearing your scribes, I am humbled to be included among them. In awe that you who take the “least of these” and call them your own.
After hearing a letter written by an Aunt who so beautifully heard from you I am grateful that each and everyone of “my babies” are healthy and fine. Not one has been lost and for that I say “thank you.” In my heart I desire to lay before you in worship. But you said “write” and write I must. So this is my word to you and my way of saying I don’t understand what you see in me. How you chose me or why you continue to be merciful enough to use me. Truly you take the least of these, those who were last and place them first. You take the nobodies, the strange ones, the “black sheep” of the family and you clean us up. Those of us who were polutted in our own blood. When there was no one to care for us you came and saw us lying there. You took us and cleaned us up and called us your own. We are your prophets, your scribes, ministers and servants. We are yours and for that I say “thank you”.
Thank you for giving me hope and a reason to live. Thank you for requiring so much more of me than I ever though possible. And for revealing in me gifts that I didn’t know I had. Thank you for taking the least of these. I am forever grateful. Amen
I thank God for choosing me and using me. I am at a point in my life where I just want to do what God wants me to do. Time out for my own agenda… gotta do it His way. And it seems like every time He gives me a little bit, a little revelation, I take it and run with it! Then, I’m right back where I started, on my knees, crying, begging God to show me the way- show me His way. I’m back to asking Him to slow me down- ’cause I get kinda caught up. All too often I keep learning that I can be doing alot… and doing it good- but if it’s not what God wants me to do, it’s all in vain. I believe that God has a specific work for each of us… but we- no, I’ll just speak for me- I GOTTA GET OUT OF THE WAY!!! You see, I’m one of those people who has the degrees and I recognize my gifts. I’m confident and ready! Ready for what? “God, what do you want me to do with these gifts and talents?” This particular entry of yours has forced me to focus on one word- HUMBLE. I keep asking- who? what? how? when? And as I type these words, now barely able to visualize the screen, all I can hear is… “Shhhhhhhh… Hush… Listen… Be Still.” Speak to me. Order my steps. I’ll wait on you… I’m for real… this time.