Monday, May 7, 2012
My heart has it's own ideas. Plans it wants to see happen.
Some are connected to my head.
Some are from You. Mainly they are from me,
and are not what I need.
You don't let me take a step towards those plans, not an inch in that direction.
No starting leaps to something that won't help me,
possibly hinder me. You are planning my steps.
Help me let You draw the map, my life map, my story, instead of me.
I, who can't even see the road in front of me,
even the road I'm on,
trying to take the pen from You,
the One who created every mountain,
every shadowy corner and uncertain path.
Every path less traveled that shall be traveled by me.
Let me follow Your footsteps, like footprints in the snow,
clean and pure.
Exactly what You want for me.
My heart has it's own ideas. Let them be attuned to Yours.
Let my heart be the compass to the map You are creating for my life.
Establish my steps.
Create my path.
Lead me down that road You are calling me towards.
Show me something new at every turn, every bend in the road.
And let me soar.